Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh
I can't leave my Tommy
You pretty fuckin' bitch, don't think 'bout leavin' Zombie
I buss my neck and wrist from trappin' bags, lil' homie
I shouldn't gave my love, they took it all from me
I beat it up until she creamin' on me
I walk 'round with my switch, I'm goin' out like Tony
He shouldn't have made that list and now his ass a goner
I'm mixin' Wock' and Tris just like an Arnold Palmer, oh
Is you here to stay?
I left a pretty bitch inside some lingerie
I'm tryna touch an M, I'm short 500K
I'm in too deep, can't find no peace, too late to run away
I can't run away
I went got too deep in this war, fuck it, bombs away
Screamin' out for help, they ignore it, ain't got nothin' to say
It's la familia first, I'm sendin' blitzes by my partner
I put that money up because them losses made me smarter
I toss that bitch just like a Frisbee and lil' P3 caught her
Bitch, I'm a baller
When I dive inside, she call me daddy, somethin' like my daughter
Oh, you nasty, doin' tricks just like the Zombie taught her
Must eat at Zaxby's, all this chicken that we fuckin' run up, uh
I can't leave my Tommy
You pretty fuckin' bitch, don't think 'bout leavin' Zombie
I buss my neck and wrist from trappin' bags, lil' homie
I shouldn't gave my love, they took it all from me
I beat it up until she creamin' on me
I walk 'round with my switch, I'm goin' out like Tony
He shouldn't have made that list and now his ass a goner
I'm mixin' Wock' and Tris just like an Arnold Palmer, oh
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