Tommy

Hop in the coupe When I want money I hop in the booth Hopin to prove Time keep on running and running I'm hoping im open to nothing but truth I just got problems on problems and bottles don't solve em I really got nothing to lose Coping by smoking and smoking the dope And just hoping the rope don't get tied in a noose Real smooth Slick like your wrist just slit Real ruth Every single shot you took you miss like you piss and you aint know you had to shit too Thats true, if you ain't wining shit then the shits on you What you mean the grass ain't green when I pull up on the scene Motherfucker god damn its blue Rich like im Roddy Pinky rang I got rangs on me like Audi I cannot trust you got issue like Aubrey I cannot trust you no trustin no body This shit a hobby When I wake up I just smoke and make coffee When I go out I just hop on Ducati Give me a beat ima float like IM Ali Then I come in with the hook like im rocky I said I come in with hook like im rocky But I keep spitting this verse cus im cocky Im a keep flowing and flowing and flowing like water you know Kawasaki Im a just stack up my coin and hop in a Boeing go where I go I don't copy I do not want any problems but my boy Tommy he could get choppy He could get choppy Shit could get messy and its could get sloppy Hidden in tropics still hittin optics We on the news now we just a topic I got some plans dont fuck with the xans and damn I still get it popping Stacking the bands when im out of hands And Ain't no way that you gon stop it No point in stopping I got an album i need to be dropping and I got no time for it to be flopping Noooo No point in flopping Top of the key and I gotta be locked in I got an album I needa be dropping Hold up she comin back I needa hop in that hoe Hop in the coupe When I want money I hop in the booth Hopin to prove Time keep on running and running I'm hoping im open to nothing but truth I just got problems on problems and bottles don't solve em I really got nothing to lose Coping by smoking and smoking the dope And just hoping the rope don't get tied in a noose Real smooth Slick like your wrist just slit Real ruth Every single shot you took you miss like you piss And you aint know you had to shit too Thats true, if you ain't wining shit then the shits on you What you mean the grass ain't green When I pull up on the scene motherfucker god damn its blue Yea From the city of the screw Where we throw the H nothing new Where we very steady with the crew And Im very ready to Hop in the coupe When I want money I hop in the booth Hopin to prove