Nervous lyrics

TOMMY
On the surface, I’m off a bar now I’m looking through my curtains
I’m to aware that I make these pus*y n*ggas nervous
I don’t set a face 211 if he who I verses
I’m in the function I’ma come in from the background
15 clip on my hip ain’t no pat downs
I can’t hit it hard raw these b*tches get smacked down
Buck back out to it little b*tch, tap out

TOMMY
All bad b*tches getting f*cked
Lil’ shorty f*ck it up
I’ma pour wolf blood
Damn shot my double cup
I don’t give a f*ck, flipping ten packs
Watch lil’ Tommy double up
Ay, b*tch I’m on my boss sh*t
That ain’t my di*k that’s my chopsticks
Stupid ass b*tches always be on some op sh*t
Pump out atcha party, cause all I do is pop sh*t
And b*tches poppin’ pus*y for lil’ Tommy, he obnoxious
Bouta hit a lick I’m like what it do (what it do)
White tuckin and its chain I’m finna take your shoes
I was hittin drugs, I ain’t go to school
I guess I didn’t do it lil’ man ain’t got no f*cking proof
(kicked off, kicked off) I’ma kick in through your door
Yeah 10-4 10-4 hear the police, gotta go
Got my gloves on, mask on, and you know I keep a pump
Ay, making money is the only thing I know ay (ay ay ay)
TOMMY
On the surface, I’m off a bar now I’m looking through my curtains
I’m too aware that I make these pus*y n*ggas nervous
I don’t set a face 211 if he who I verses
I’m in the function I’ma come in from the background
15 clip on my hip ain’t no pat downs
I can’t hit it hard raw these b*tches get smacked down
Buck back out to it little b*tch tap out
(ah sh*t)

KING
Till’ little b*tch tap out
He keep looking at me I think he got his hand out
I ain’t worry bout sh*t I bring the max out
WWE Friday night he get smacked down
Big [?] I’m finna' step
Why the f*ck the police always on my neck
I hit it back so I’m running to a check
And I ain’t worry bout you right ass n*ggas I’m gon' blast off, sh*t
King brought out the eclipse, worry bout him cause I done took a n*ggas b*tch
f*ckin' n*ggas up, talking n*ggas and they sh*t, I’ma beat a n*gga up
And I’ma leave him in a ditch, I’m with the sh*ts
And I could put that on blast, I ain’t worried bout sh*t b*tch I’m good in ma hood
n*ggas playin' with the gang, I’ma show ‘em up
And I ain’t worry bout sh*t cause King don’t really give a f*ck, ah sh*t

TOMMY
On the surface, I’m off a bar now I’m looking through my curtains
I’m too aware that I make these pus*y n*ggas nervous
I don’t set a face 211 if he who I verses
I’m in the function I’ma come in from the background
15 clip on my hip ain’t no pat downs
I can’t hit it hard raw these b*tches get smacked down
Buck back out to it little b*tch tap out