Tommy Gun lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
Livin' my life like Osama
b*tches they suckin' and f*ckin' for Hondas
Livin my life like Osama
b*tches they suckin' and f*ckin' for Hondas
Livin' my life like Osama
b*tches they suckin' and f*ckin' for Hondas
Met another plug flew straight to Hong Kong then drop the work off in Tijuana (Hong Kong)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Feelin' like Al Capone with my Tommy Gun (Al Capone)
I’m feelin' like I’m Osama Bin Laden on the run (Osama Bin Laden)
I’m feelin' like I might meet my plug out in Hong Kong (out in Hong Kong)
(Brr brr brrrrr, f*ck) Feds done tapped my phone (f*ck 12)
Feelin' like Al Capone with my Tommy Gun (Woo)
I’m feelin' like I’m Osama Bin Laden on the run (Osama Bin Laden)
I’m feelin' like I might meet my plug out in Hong Kong
(Brr brr brrrrr, f*ck) Feds done tapped my phone

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Livin' my life like Osama
b*tches they suckin' and f*ckin' for Hondas
Met another plug flew straight to Hong Kong then drop the work off in Tijuana (Hong Kong)
This is my life and I do what I wanna I’m trappin' and cappin' on corners
f*ck n*gga you settin' up shop in the wrong side of town
I’mma give you a warning
AK-47 karat lingo
Shoot a f*ck n*gga like a free throw
Finessin' the plug for kilos
(Who that bangin' on the door?)
I don’t even know cause the n*gga put his finger on the peephole
I ain't even answer the door
Boom, boom, boom keep bangin' on the door
Bow, bow, bow, gloww, get away from the door (get away)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Feelin' like Al Capone with my Tommy Gun (Al Capone)
I’m feelin' like I’m Osama Bin Laden on the run (Osama Bin Laden)
I’m feelin' like I might meet my plug out in Hong Kong (out in Hong Kong)
(Brr brr brrrrr, f*ck) Feds done tapped my phone (f*ck 12)
Feelin' like Al Capone with my Tommy Gun (Woo)
I’m feelin' like I’m Osama Bin Laden on the run (Osama Bin Laden)
I’m feelin' like I might meet my plug out in Hong Kong
(Brr brr brrrrr, f*ck) Feds done tapped my phone

[Verse 2: Drum Smith]
Snitch n*ggas givin' testimonies
Dru smith and I’m flexin' on ‘em
Whip the deuce and get extras from it
I’m a legend homie dat my fleximony
Louis down to my shoe string
Y’all broke n*ggas too lame
Y’all n*gga like set trippin'
Y’all switchin' colors like a moon ring
All the homie da street got em
Choosin' like they got our problem
Told my b*tch and she take a brick
She 'bout to steal them all she gon' die abound
Dru Smith got a lot of goon
Penthouse with a lot of room
Snitch n*gga, you love singin'
Yo pus*y ass need auto tune
I’m Dru Smith and it’s flex season
I’m seein' snow on a block in June
You ain't neva met dang-dang
I swear to God your baby momma knew 'em
I don’t give her my main line
Call solo, give my apology to him
Feelin' just like big worm
More clean than the laundry room!
Flex up
[Chorus: Quavo]
Feelin' like Al Capone with my Tommy Gun (Al Capone)
I’m feelin' like I’m Osama Bin Laden on the run (Osama Bin Laden)
I’m feelin' like I might meet my plug out in Hong Kong (out in Hong Kong)
(Brr brr brrrrr, f*ck) Feds done tapped my phone (f*ck 12)
Feelin' like Al Capone with my Tommy Gun (Woo)
I’m feelin' like I’m Osama Bin Laden on the run (Osama Bin Laden)
I’m feelin' like I might meet my plug out in Hong Kong
(Brr brr brrrrr, f*ck) Feds done tapped my phone