Tom Cruise Lyrics

Two boxes of mike and ikes a honey bun and a bev

I heard death was bittersweet, I keep a gun in the bed

Wit one in the head, where you want it, stomach or leg

The dot cutting through your scalp like it's gum in your dreads

I want the chicken

If it ain't bout money the phone clicking

But if we talking bread I'm taking calls long distance

You can get anything you want with persistence

But keep talking shit you gone lose your existence

You want the smoke

You ain't even gotta ask for it

I hit my shooters, them bullets come out in fast forward

I smack boys, used to punch on niggas

Post up with the Glock, Tim Dunk on niggas

Kim Kardashian bullets, I'ma dump on niggas

You got me fucked up like Donald Trump on liquor

I put the pain in, now I got stain in (Ha)

Do them haters dirty then I pour a little Gain in

Stepping on they neck until it's snap on the pavement

Your people's getting shot, for they get to make a statement

Bad bitch throw it back like a trick shot

Bad bitch throwing racks in her flip-flops

Bad bitch spin your block in the backseat (spin the block)

I'm savage, rip a opp like crab meat

That's finito, never be a sequel

You financed a repo my wine glass is Clicquot

Gumbo in my roll up, filet mignon and pinot

Cigars at the casino, I take off with my migos

You won't see the big picture if you get the trailer

Gon' make me put you somewhere where nobody can smell ya

Tom Cruise

Speeding down the lane in a six speed

Tom Cruise

Shootouts with the gang make the grip steam

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