Tommy Gun

Oh man What are you doing? What are you doing man? Call me a motherfucking loser But know I don't give a fuck Tell Zoella that this nigga fucks better than a Lex Steele dick flying in like a firetruck (What the fuck man) I'ma care free nigga Pretty sure my money bigger Lemme show you better days wid a long dick nigga (What the fuck) Now I've said my piece on the matter I'm ready for chatter my aura getting Badder and badder But then still, there is not a single man I worship Nigga going in like Schumacher on a circuit Knowledge in the verses, Anger In the curses Done with all the people thinking they're a better person Clickbaitin' news Headlining for the pay check So I'ma tell 'em fuck you 'Cause I'm Done with all fallacies Why they always [?] me I'ma kill em all Like I'm Mickey and the Mallory Yeah, yeah, yeah Ah shit man, ugh Bet you thought I was done nigga I'ma blow you all away when I'm done nigga Gold diggers wanna play get fucked nigga If you don't wanna fuck, don't come nigga Cause I'm tired of blue balls and dumb calls Don't give away my number you dumb cunt I'm like Battlefront, or maybe Battlefield Either way I'm fucking up the COD cause I'm a better build I'm like Carl Lewis winning doing track and field Win in any field Watch this nigga proceed Everyday, everyday, ondele on my way to snatch your day like overtime Superbowl 51 Taking your number one I hit like the mafia when shooting the Tommy Gun This ain't a funny one Running like Bolt when he hearing the Tommy Gun Know when I do this I'm aiming for everyone Jesus Christ man Think we're gonna need to talk about this