Jommy Cross ft. SandmansDead Lyrics

I can't believe you just did that, those are the good kind, 8 bucks

I'm not joking Ricky

Money long like nuts on Mikey Miles

Full Metal Jacket, bitch I'm Gomer Pyle

Make em hit a roll call, R. Lee Ermey

Bitch call me Stanley Kub', you heard me

Feel like a combination of Mel Gibson and Danny Glover

Feel like I'm Sylvester with a lil bit of that Dolph Lundgren

I know y'all bitches stressing my lethal weapon, it ain't no question

I feel like Joe Pesci in an Ashley Schaeffer BMW

I can read your mind like that motherfucker named Jommy Cross

Y'all bitches bore me, uh, shit I'm nodding off

I done hit the point of no return, now no more mediocre

Peel back these layers you gon see that I still feel like Shrek

Mythical beast in these candy cinnamon bucket seats

I still hit peaks, hail, snow, rain, sleet

Shit I'm too refreshing, Swamp God bring the green rain

I reign supreme, but my shirt read Real Tree

My sober mind more wild than its altered state

Used to want recognition, now my interest: talking bank

Money gon talk, I heard it sing, ching ching

I'm hunting Aquaman, green beam out the submarine

I'm out for blood, I feel like Morbius

Versace shades giving cover to my corneas

Lotta lanes, thoughts run amok and get submerged

Outer Limit space ship, bitch I'm leaving Earth

Look I know you're stressed out

But don't worry about it cause here's what's gonna happen

We're gonna get drunk and eat chicken fingers, me, you, and the old man

He's gonna be here in about 20 minutes