Taysty - Tommy* lyrics

[Current lyrics are based on snippets. The full lyrics will be available as soon as the song is released. Stay tuned!] [Hook] Slow down, MAC-10 hanging out the window Ain't nobody gon run up on me, don't run up on me, it's simple Hold up, run it, b**h, I'm high and I'm rich That is on God, keep a strap [?] [Post-Hook] Running through the streets, all my AKs on me Why I ain't a k**er but that murder weapon on me? Run up, try to steal some figures, he think that he Tommy Why I got a Tommy? I'm on Xanax like a zombie [Verse 1] Ay, I'm f**ing high and I won't lie Every time the wire hit the bank account, I give praise to the most high The money keep calling my phone, [?] died I told 'em "get it" and they won't try, hit the water, let the dope dry First grade playground dealer, I was selling cookies in the back When I was 16, [?] taught me how to split a 10 sack of crack Yeah, I sold that twice, sold a pill, sold white, [?] aight? Found a gun safe, robbed out my mama house, they don't wanna fight I just serve an ounce, serve a seal, hit a lick, hit [?] 2 piece in Nebraska Ain't a professional trapper, you [?] call you "cracker," we got the green like the packers I ain't squatting, moving backwards, had to hold weight to the front Told them boys "keep talking" [?] [?] ain't the only thing that we gon' smoke [Pre-Hook] Running through the streets, all my AKs on me Why I ain't a k**er but that murder weapon on me? Run up, try to split some figures, he think that he [?] Why I got a Tommy? I'm on Xanax like a zombie [Hook] Slow down, MAC-10 hanging out the window Ain't nobody gon run up on me, ain't tryna be [?], it's simple Girl, slow down, run it, b**h, I'm high and I'm [?] That is on God, keep a strap [?] [Verse 2] OK, mo' money, mo' murder Police check me, no burner Rebel slave, Nat Turner Big money, sack earner How to get a pack sermon Rats gotta catch vermin Motor in the car: German Give me space like suburban Blood on the money, need to wash it in detergent Handicap, no permit Evidence, we tryna burn it Name ringing, might've heard it Street life, I had to learn it Destiny is predetermined Rich, feeling like a sherman Run through money, it's a burden I'm the man and I'm burnin' Got the santan stuffed in the [?] Take the money, call 'em, tell 'em I earned it [Hook] Slow down, MAC-10 hanging out the window Ain't nobody gon run up on me, don't run up on me, it's simple Slow down, b**h, I'm high and I'm rich That is on God, keep a strap [?] [Post-Hook] Running through the streets, all my AK on me Why I ain't a k**er? Strap make me feel like a [?] Try to run up on me, steal some figures, think he Tommy Why I got a Tommy? I'm on Xanax like a zombie [Outro] [?] Daddy taught me, that I gotta [?]