Tommy Richman lyrics

[Intro: Babyfxce E]
Yeah
Know what the f*ck goin' on
Striker Gang, Striker Boys, all that sh*t, n*gga
It's with an X
Where the hoes at? I'm finna—
(I just need my space right now)

[Verse 1: Babyfxce E]
Where the hoes at? I'm tryna press somethin'
Spin a block in the 'Cat like I left somethin' (Skrrt)
He done f*cked around and took a fake Perc', now his chest pumpin'
If she goin', all her friends goin', she the test dummy (They goin')
Chrome Heart, see-through lens, they is not prescription (Uh-huh)
The poles broke down in the back, them is not for fishin' (At all)
I ain't gon' liе, you know I'm high as hell if you caught me itchin'
Had this b*tch knees hurtin' just like shе fought a midget (b*tch)
You can't pour that sh*t in here, you need a different cup
I smoke weed and drink lean, but I don't do no different drugs
Chrome Heart beanie was five hundred, I did it just because
They searched the whip for the blick, I hit it under the rug
Pay that price now, I'm done doin' all this sh*t for love
I instantly touched a hundred racks, it's like I skipped a dub (Yop)
I had to tell lil' bro to chill, he snatch whips for fun
I can tell that you ain't cut on how you grip the gun
[Verse 2: 03 Greedo]
I can make a million-dollar baby like I'm Tommy Rich'
Percocet and mushroom in this candy make my body itch
Models off the runway, so this gotta be somebody's wish
I can't vote 'til 2039, so f*ck your politics
Where the motherf*ckin' pole? I'ma blick somethin'
Westbrook 'fore he came home, I'ma brick somethin'
Do you think it's sweet? Shrimp and grits, Sweet Chick somethin'
I was just in Paris, oui, oui, with a thick somethin'
All my lil' n*ggas diabetic, they'll stick somethin'
Kickin', can put paper on the table, finger flick somethin'
Watch these poppin' b*tches, they'll leave a n*gga di*k runnin'
Huckleberry Finn, big stepper with the stick on me
That's a fin, yeah, F&N on me
Killer like an orca, where I'm from the deepest end, homie
VVS fronts on me, keep a backend on me
Down to Earth, but post a flyer every weekend, homie
Foreigns like I'm Wallo and I'm fresh up out the pen', homie
Sucked me so long, I don't think I got no skin on me
Play your cards right like a n*gga playin' gin rummy
b*tch, they call me Greedy like a n*gga got ten tummies
Desert Eagle, triangle top like we been mummies
I ain't walkin' into AOD without a ten on me
Syrup got you built like Taz, come spin on me
Chocolate mushrooms and the Percocet 10 on me
Told my baddest b*tch to never fold, never bend on me