Tommy Bags ft. 1pa Spook Lyrics

She said Kalvin Sheesh

Sheesh aye

Tommy bags

Too many tags

All this drip

Too much cash

To be mad

To be sad

Look at you

You so bad

Big bands

New whips

Ten times

Your rent

I've been on this

So fire

So lit

Bae let's hit a lick

Got me runnin' round feelin' sick

I'm in the city

Ya got me fiendin' for a fix

A new decision

Put a baddie on my hip

A new religion

Got her worshippin' my dick

Pop a Xan

Too many percs

Baby dancin' like a freak

Like she in the cirque

Geeked freaked

Yeah, we gettin' turnt

Bottle after bottle

That's the way it works

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Tell me what the fuck you on

Bad bitches in my section

What the fuck you on

Pourin' bottles out of town

Had to run it up

Too many dimes now

But it ain't enough

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Rari's in the fuckin' front

Too many bad bitches

What the fuck you want

I've been movin' through your city

Upper echelon

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Too much

Cabinets in the Benz

No baby this ain't no granite

I've been smokin' hella pounds

I'm on a different planet

I hold the city down

Watch me do it one handed

She put it in her mouth and

Yeah that shit was outstanding yeah

Go, go, baby I'm the goat

Every time I come around

You know them diamonds glow

Like gold, gold, gold, go

Baby, i'ma goat

But she don't wanna be around

When I do the most

Aye aye aye aye

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Tell me what the fuck you on

Bad bitches in my section

What the fuck you on

Pourin' bottles out of town

Had to run it up

Too many dimes now

But it ain't enough

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Rari's in the fuckin' front

Too many bad bitches

What the fuck you want

I've been movin' through your city

Upper echelon

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Too much

If I wear that mask

With the gloves

It's a done deal

I ain't even gotta take his life

Cause that pump will

Niggas trying me

They must be high

Taking dumb pills

I ain't got no feelings

Got no heart

Bitch I'm numb still

Pop a seal

She gon' pop that pussy

Cause a nigga real

Pop a pussy nigga like a zit

Make him sit still

Niggas see my face

And freeze frame

Make that pussy chill

Playin' with my top

I up that Glock

Make em' write his will

Make em write it down

Make em write his will

Playin' with my top, I up that Glock

Make em write his will

Make a pussy nigga sit down

Make him sit still

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Tell me what the fuck you on

Bad bitches in my section

What the fuck you on

Pourin' bottles out of town

Had to run it up

Too many dimes now

But it ain't enough

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Rari's in the fuckin' front

Too many bad bitches

What the fuck you want

I've been movin' through your city

Upper echelon

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Too much