Tom Cruise

Ryuk

Aye
Aye, Beto aint finna play with em

On the road busting mission I aint Tom Cruise
Yeah, yeah

On the road busting mission I aint Tom Cruise
I'm this bitch i'm on one but i popped two
All my niggas masked up aint no costumes
Niggas in the same clothes daily like some cartoons
On my grind every day like some clock work
I just went fucked my bitch like i'm on perc
Cold nights so i went and bought a moncler
Up in smoke i light em up like a bon fire

I'm in the mall swiping cards like i aint come to duel
I learned how to make a million they aint teaching you this shit in school
I be smoking on the opps i don't hit the jewel
Bloody Mary on my feet like i spilt the drink

You aint tipping out the waiter you niggas mr pink
I'm on the screen punching card I think i'm Mr T
Its coffee cups i'm sipping on but im mixing pink
She think i want her but i don't i'm sending mixed signals
Read the room do the math bitch it's this simple
Finna fuck her face then kick her out like a its dismissal
I was in the trenches with the pole like it's a world war
I be out in different countries bitch this aint no world tour

How this nigga catching bullets he ain't no odel
Shouldn't be up in the field shit don't go well
We gone leave on the road like some road kill
I just sold my last batch i need mo pills
How this nigga catching bullets he ain't no odel
Shouldn't be up in the field shit don't go well
We gone leave on the road like some road kill
I just sold my last batch i need more pills

On the road busting mission I aint Tom Cruise
I'm this bitch i'm on one but i popped two
All my niggas masked up aint no costumes
Niggas in the same clothes daily like some cartoons
On my grind every day like some clock work
I just went fucked my bitch like i'm on perc
Cold nights so i went and bought a moncler
Up in smoke i light em up like a bon fire

I'm in the mall swiping cards like i aint come to duel
I learned how to make a million they aint teaching you this shit in school
I be smoking on the opps i don't hit the jewel
Bloody Mary on my feet like i spilt the drink

You aint tipping out the waiter you niggas mr pink
I'm on the screen punching card I think i'm Mr T
Its coffee cups i'm sipping on but im mixing pink
She think i want her but i don't i'm sending mixed signals
Read the room do the math bitch it's this simple
Finna fuck her face then kick her out like a its dismissal
I was in the trenches with the pole like it's a world war
I be out in different countries bitch this aint no world tour

How this nigga catching bullets he ain't no odel
Shouldn't be up in the field shit don't go well
We gone leave on the road like some road kill
I just sold my last batch i need mo pills
How this nigga catching bullets he ain't no odel
Shouldn't be up in the field shit don't go well
We gone leave on the road like some road kill
I just sold my last batch i need more pills



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Writer(s): Mario Ortega
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