Tyla Yaweh ft. Post Malone - Tommy Lee Lyrics

Ah, shit, I'm just workin' in the studio
(Ah, okay)
You miss me?
(Papa)
Callin' me papa?
(I want you papa)
Aight
(XL Eagle made it)
I'll call you right back

You always talkin' about it
You never makin' no profit, uh
I treat my hoes like a option
If she talkin' and get out of pocket, ooh
I'm livin' life like a rockstar
Pullin' up stretch limousines
To look at me, that cost a fee
Them double C's all on my feet
You always talkin' about it, yeah
You always talkin' about it
You say that you rappin' in private, yeah
But I see that you cap about it
Livin' life like a rockstar
Pullin' up stretch limousines
To look at me, that cost a fee
Them double C's all on my feet

I changed my color to Nipsey Blue
Your racks looking small, that shit pitiful
If you tryna get so physical
That .45 will make you invisible
I'm living my life like a criminal
I call that shit first 48
We quite there's no one to blame, yeah
My lawyer said we beat the case
I'm living my life celebration
I'm thanking the Lord I got patience
I'm loving the way that she take it
I bend it, I fold it, I flip it
She bringing it back just to prove it
I'm giving her work just to move it, yeah
I'm living a life that I'm choosin', yeah
I'm getting these racks, getting stupid, yeah

You always talkin' about it
You never makin' no profit, uh
I treat my hoes like a option
If she talkin' and get out of pocket, ooh
I'm livin' life like a rockstar
Pullin' up stretch limousines
To look at me, that cost a fee
Them double C's all on my feet
You always talkin' about it, yeah
You always talkin' about it
You say that you rappin' in private, yeah
But I see that you cap about it
Livin' life like a rockstar
Pullin' up stretch limousines
To look at me, that cost a fee
Them double C's all on my feet

Pull up with a drum like I'm Tommy Lee (pew, pew, pew, pew, p-pew)
Yaweh got a stick, came to rock with me
Milli on wrist, ain't no rocks on me
I'm pretty as fuck, wanna copy me
Damn
I heard you was mad 'cause I'm poppin' as shit, wow
I'm poppin' the 'pagne and I'm poppin' that bitch, wow
I hop out a plane and went straight to the whip
I know they can see
I think that's pretty cool if you asking me
Bugatti, no body roll
Curtains in back of the candy Rolls
I love when my lawyer calls
I hate when I run outta smoke
Pull up to the party
Yeah we like to party
I finish the bottle dog
Get this bitch jumpin', no Mario
Still shit's so hard
Cigarettes, cough
Bathroom stalls
Please don't save my life, oh

You always talkin' about it
You never makin' no profit, uh
I treat my hoes like a option
If she talkin' and get out of pocket, ooh
I'm livin' life like a rockstar
Pullin' up stretch limousines
To look at me, that cost a fee
Them double C's all on my feet
You always talkin' about it, yeah
You always talkin' about it
You say that you rappin' in private, yeah
But I see that you cap about it
Livin' life like a rockstar
Pullin' up stretch limousines
To look at me, that cost a fee
Them double C's all on my feet
Livin' life like a rockstar