told ya Lyrics

Robin jeans with no belt, nigga this a holster

Robin jeans with no belt, nigga this a holster

Robin jeans with no belt, nigga this a holster

Robin jeans with no belt, nigga this a holster

Ain't no one in front of me, I thought I done told you

All my niggas masked up like the last day in October

I was Rollin Thrax now i'm finna' bend this bad bitch over

Hit this bitch from the back, now she tryna' ride it like it's stolen

Boy you better get back cause' i'm a star, i'm bout' to explode bitch

I got a plug named Jay and he goin' bring that pack to Poland

Walk in the motherfucking bank, i'm smelling like stank, i'm fresh off the road bitch

I can't even motherfucking think, this bad ass bitch got me under hypnosis

This bitch got me under a spell, cause' I rock clothes she can't even spell

I walk in and turn it up

You don't wanna know what I unveiled

Them bullets goin' burn him up, tommy gun send them boys to Hell

Lil' nigga don't play with the Mafia, you might get a horse head in the mail

Tommy gun, tommy gun, tell me is this bitch the one

Tommy gun, tommy gun, tell me is this bitch the one

Tommy gun, tommy gun, tell me is this bitch the one

Tommy gun, tommy gun, tommy gun

Tommy Gun!

My bitch rocking Hilfiger

And me, i'm the king of the hill nigga

I been on this shit since a lil' nigga

And I'm finna' keep going up, i'm fucking up all of the roofs that they built nigga

I'm smoking and pouring it up, and I can't even stop til' the cup get spilled nigga

Them mafia boys finna' deal with em'

You know ima' die on that hill with em'

And i'm finna' go for the kill nigga

They better not tell me to chill nigga

I bet that my lil' niggas still get em'

Bitch you is my opp if you chill with em'

My bitch got hips like Shakira

These guns came from Siberia

I only speak funds, i'm not hearing ya'

I'm smoking til' I get delirious

She sucking me up on her period

She think that we goin' make it serious

I look at that bitch, are you serious?

I beat it up like I was furious

She like Cinco i'm just getting curious

She asked if my sign was an Aries

My sign is a S with two lines

She calling my phone, I decline

She singing my songs like Lebron

That bitch don't know no words

This shit done got absurd

I don't shop at the mall but I splurge

Off-white dunks, R.I.P Virgil

My boy said he pouring up purple

I came in this bitch with the bird flu

I'm fly as a bitch and can hurt you

I'm out late at night with no curfew

And we finna' flock like the birds do

Yeah we finna' flock like the birds

Making calculations like a nerd

Rocking out of date drip, I turned into a whole nother' damn person