Tommy Bags (feat. 1pa Spook)

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 f*ck you on Bad bitches in my section What the f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck you on Bad bitches in my section What the f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck you on Bad bitches in my section What the f*ck 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 f*ck you want I've been movin' through your city Upper echelon Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Too much