Rico - Tommy Lyrics

(It's YL on Dem 808s)

I jumped in the game with no features
Spent racks on my sneakers, more stripes than Adidas
Don't give a fuck who you are, nice to meet you
You tweakin' on Tooka, we get on your keister
Not tryna kick it, lil' boy, that's not FIFA
Get robbed your watch, the time off, call it leisure
I remember I got locked up for a Nina
But didn't tell them people nothing, I had amnesia
And when I'm speaking this fast, gave my lawyer ten racks and I got off with a misdemeanor
And let's take this shit back, when I was in Chiraq
We was doing hits and peeling them steamers
Now that I got them racks, it's foreigns back to backs
Maserati, Porsche Trucks, and them Beamers
A lot of niggas got clapped, a lot of niggas got whacked
And it's too late to say you didn't mean it
Why you talking on apps, drop a location map, we gon' put you to sleep like you dreaming
Pop out daytime, or the evening
Vampire, bloodthirsty, I'm fienin'
Your homie dead, nigga fuck all that grievance
They call me bad, my baby mama call me mischievous
My homie in the feds, get his letters and he read it
A chef on the pot, I got secret ingredients
And all my bitches obedient
Gucci sweater with the G's on it
Foreign bitch, get Visa'd in
We pop out and handle that business, bitch we on a mission
No time for the nonsense

'Cause these niggas they act like they with it, but really they bitches
Whole time ain't been honest
I been fuckin' your bitch for a minute, dick all in her kidneys, get head, like a bonnet
I got tats on my neck, and my hands, and my face
Bitch, I ain't got no job like I'm Tommy
We pop out and handle that business, bitch we on a mission
No time for the nonsense
'Cause these niggas they act like they with it, but really they bitches
Whole time ain't been honest
I been fuckin' your bitch for a minute, dick all in her kidneys, get head, like a bonnet
I got tats on my neck, and my hands, and my face
Bitch, I ain't got no job like I'm Tommy