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tommy2icy - kooda remix lyrics

lil tommy not an oven but i been stay with the heater
.223 up in that choppa i don’t f-ck with millimeters
he was upping all his prices had to run off on the dealer
all them bullets flying at him had him creasin’ up his sneakers
i was gone, been too long, had to drop another song
they said tommy fallin off, so i had to prove em wrong
in the trap where i belong, when i rap the flow is strong
i might pull up to hong kong, money add up like ms.wong

imma sip, real quick, imma whack him then i’ll dip
put some holes into his whip, glocky with a rubber grip
d-mn the shotty gotta kick, automatic with a clip
imma watch his body flip, i might go wipe out his clique
lemme stop, come catch up, money built like young chop
you know it’s me and my 30 like we playing co-op
no i do not f-ck with opps, no i do not talk to cops
if i hear you sending disses then you’ll hear me sending shots

but i’m done saying i’m done playin’
finna transform and go super saiyan’
imma pop out with that mac sprayin’
kick down ya door now ya momma prayin, in the bando is where i’m stayin’
i’m p-ssion, pain, and opp slayin’, started with a spark i’m still flamin’
i’ll pull up on you if you not payin’
i’m finna roll up a backwood and then roll up into yo hood
i’m flipping packs like a macbook, i’m riding fast like a notebook
i’m in the trap with a cookbook, that paper on me no checkbook
if they want smoke from lil tommy my aim on point like a fish hook

but do not speak on me, if i ain’t there
ain’t talking money? then i don’t care
imma run up on him, make him fall like autumn, i take care of problems i don’t need a prayer
imma pull up in a wheelchair, trynna test me b-tch i double dare
when it comes to money you can’t compare, you know i got the drip like ric flair
lil tommy ride with the 40, i don’t pull up to the party
my glock on point like a sharpie, i cooked him up like a turkey
my choppa bite like he charlie, rip him into strips like he’s jerky
i only sip if it’s dirty, i’m in the trap with some birdies
but then the police come knockin, out the window i be jumpin
trynna charge me up with somethin but i’m steady sayin nothin
you know lil tommy be plottin, walk in the trap gotta clock in
you know i’m smokin and rollin off all these pillies i’m poppin
i might just pour me up a 4, i might just roll me up some dope
i might just go f-ck up this check and then i’ll go get me some mo’
i’m baking bread with all this dough, left her on read she just a hoe
how lil tommy be takin l’s when i’m only blowin o’s

you try to run up that’s a no, the hottest down south but i’m cold
that money stack ’till it can’t fold, i’m drowining in my own bankroll
i only smoke if it’s petrol, i’m sending sh-lls, no mario
you know i’m spongebob with the cannon, imma fry em like egg rolls
i’m smoking bowls do not disturb me
shoot from deep no stephen curry, hope them bullets tasting yummy, but i don’t aim for the tummy
sirens come, i’m in a hurry, had to leave the streets all bl–dy
now the police trynna find me but i cruised off like i’m terry

- tommy2icy lyrics

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