Tom Brady Lyrics

How can I not win

God got a plan and it's written in the stone

I got so much passion I could feel it in my bones

Bad lil' bitch, she be hittin' up my phones

All my bitches tens, I like Messi hoes

I cannot pretend, this shit in my soul

Wake up in the morning, I be in my head

God rest his soul when he layin' in that bed

Okay bad bitch from NYC said, put it on my dead

Okay, you crazy, back up in this bitch

I'm throwin' bullets, feel like Brady

Touchdown, endzone, I just made a play

Ballin', bust down, I been out the way

Too cold, too many flows, they can't even relate

Ask if I been eatin', bitch, just look at my plate

Windin' down, I take a bad bitch out the city

We out the way

New flows, new sounds, bitch, I'm on the way

Yeah, bitch, I'm on the way (aye lets go)

I got a lil' bad bitch, she right in LA (okay okay)

And she only text me when she tryna get back

Cant back down, feel that shit right in my soul

When i'm hittin it from the back, I be standin' on my toes

Told that bitch that she look good

She should strike a pose

And I'm climbin' to the top, and nobody knows

Yeah, I said, nobody knows

Nobody knows all the shit that I could do

Put yourself inside my shoes and tell me what you do

Versatility at its finest

I'm about to take a bad bitch out to the tropics

Aimin' down my sight like I'm lookin' through a optic

Like a emo boy, I just walk through Hot Topic

Bad bitch trending topic

Told you I ain't top ten

Told you I ain't top three, not two, bitch, Im the one

run that back, okay, bad bitch from NYC

Said, put it on my dead

Okay, you crazy

Back up in this bitch, I'm throwin' bullets, feel like Brady

Touchdown, end zone, I just made a play

Ballin', bust down, I been out the way

Too cold, too many flows, they can't even relate

Okay

Ask if I been eatin', bitch, just look at my plate

Windin' down, I take a bad bitch out the city

We out the way

New flows, new sounds, bitch, I'm on the way