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Tommy Twoooo

My My

Check my bank account you know that shit looking too loaded

Call yo lil bitch and tell that bitch go head and throw it

I be spending spending like everyday is Friday

Walk up in the bank you know they recognize my face

C-C-Camera's on

She a hoe

Tell yo lil bitch you know I get recording

Bad bitch

Ain't no Instagram

If she hit this weed I know she-she gone get to chocking

Something wrong with niggas something wrong something I don't know

She be tryna guess what's up what's in my styrofoam

I don't beef with ops that's why I keep my circle closed

And when I'm in up in her I make her wanna touch her toes

Uh where you goin

I don't know

Ima bring back 5k just to hold

Who that boy

I don't know

Check up on his neck and now it start to snow

Pop out at yo fitted boy I hope you came ready

Ill be yo nightmare just like my name Freddy

Chains on me too icy but ive never been anemic

And if I put it in her face you know that she gone eat it

Might get that nigga for slandering

L's they aint handing to me

I be better than them niggas that I can guarantee

Walk up in yo spot with money bitch ill blow that shit out the ring

Yea I know yo bitch an eater she can't keep her mouth off me

C-C-Camera's on

She a hoe

Tell yo lil bitch you know I get recording

Bad bitch

Ain't no Instagram

If she hit this weed I know she-she gone get to chocking

Something wrong with niggas something wrong something I don't know

She be tryna guess what's up what's in my styrofoam

I don't beef with ops that's why I keep my circle closed

And when I'm in up in her I make her wanna touch her toes