Tommy ft. Mod Maxx Lyrics

Why I dead em'?

They ain't tryna buy the dime that's in my denim

Demagoguing for a dollar or a weapon

Same thang, brang violence and depression

Chain swang, like a yankee in the seventh

Bang, bang, bottom 9 done bought a blessing

Pay attention bottom line done taught lesson

Turn oppression to a profit for the ending

Prophet

Launch the profit

With a rocket

Cockpit

See the stars hid

From the project

Logic

Make the guap lit

Like a comet

Cock it

Pluggy got hit

For the socket

Nonsense

All this nonsense

In my optic

Smart kid

Get his life ripped

On the docket

Toxic

If ya stack chips

Better watch it

Stop it

Let the god live

For the godless

Pop me, you cannot stop me I'll let it blow

Load up and take that Tommy and let it go

Pack it and let the strap hit you saying no

Act up I'll have you packed up thats how it go

Holly this ain't no Tommy you gotta go

Holly this ain't no Tommy you gotta go

Holly this ain't no Tommy you gotta go

Hi B this ain't no Molly we got the blow

Pop me

Better pop me

If ya rob me

Sloppy

All the gods be

Tryna mock me

I'll be

The one that knocks me

In the eyepiece

Mami

Ya lil thotty

All that stop me

Squally

See no rocky

In her body

Molly

Feed the squady

Off a sidepiece

Prolly'

Feeling cocky

Once the opps leave

Cock squeeze

Do the opp deed

With my shotty

Pop me, you cannot stop me I'll let it blow

Load up and take that Tommy and let it go

Pack it and let the strap hit you saying no

Act up I'll have you packed up thats how it go

Holly this ain't no Tommy you gotta go

Holly this ain't no Tommy you gotta go

Holly this ain't no Tommy you gotta go

Hi B this ain't no Molly we got the blow