Tommy Bunz
Greatest Gang
Yeah
I'm in a different bracket why? Cause my money longer
They hit him in his belly look like he got his stomach done
Since we speaking bout belly stack the dog shit like I'm Tommy bunz
I'm mad as fuck that I ain't rich yet so I ain't got no time for fun
I think he running out of pape his bitch keep asking me to buy her something
Heard his daddy was a rat shit I guess that's where he got it from
Me and my bitch be fucking hoes together don't gotta lie bout nothing
Tryna fit hundred dubs in my pants got my pocket swollen
We pass hoes like John Stockton don't we
You know I play it cool never tell when I got shit on me
Yo ass finished you ain't got shit on you
I need drank who got a doctor for me?
We shut shit down like erotic don't we?
I was broke I got it right doe
I can make a dub that shit be light na
Gave my lil baby 5,000 that's the shit you lose yo life for and he crashing out before the Night time
Make it 10 he hopping on a flight na
My lil nigga hot as hell
I just iced a eight and dropped it none of this shit not for sale
I got fans in every city gotta catch me fresh as hell
Imma die or get away cause I ain't going back to jail
See me counting up this dog shit lil bitch then come and help
Saint Laurent's they fit me perfect I don't gotta rock a belt
Put Terronie on my chain she keep sucking on my neck
Yeah we got this shit rn don't give a fuck about who next
Yeah
I'm in a different bracket why? Cause my money longer
They hit him in his belly look like he got his stomach done
Since we speaking bout belly stack the dog shit like I'm Tommy bunz
I'm mad as fuck that I ain't rich yet so I ain't got no time for fun
I think he running out of pape his bitch keep asking me to buy her something
Heard his daddy was a rat shit I guess that's where he got it from
Me and my bitch be fucking hoes together don't gotta lie bout nothing
Tryna fit hundred dubs in my pants got my pocket swollen
We pass hoes like John Stockton don't we
You know I play it cool never tell when I got shit on me
Yo ass finished you ain't got shit on you
I need drank who got a doctor for me?
We shut shit down like erotic don't we?
I was broke I got it right doe
I can make a dub that shit be light na
Gave my lil baby 5,000 that's the shit you lose yo life for and he crashing out before the Night time
Make it 10 he hopping on a flight na
My lil nigga hot as hell
I just iced a eight and dropped it none of this shit not for sale
I got fans in every city gotta catch me fresh as hell
Imma die or get away cause I ain't going back to jail
See me counting up this dog shit lil bitch then come and help
Saint Laurent's they fit me perfect I don't gotta rock a belt
Put Terronie on my chain she keep sucking on my neck
Yeah we got this shit rn don't give a fuck about who next
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