Oh-oh
Oh
Oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh
I can't leave my Tommie
You pretty fucking bitch, don't think 'bout leaving zombie
I bust my neck and wrist from trapping bags, lil' homie
I shouldn'ta gave my love, they took it all from me
I beat it up until she creamin' on me
I walk around with my switch, I'm going out like Tony
He shouldn't have made that list, and now his ass a goner
I'm mixing Wock and Tris, just like a Arnold Palmer
Oh
Is he here to stay? I love a pretty bitch inside some lingerie
I'm trying to touch an M, I'm short five hunnid K
I'm in too deep, can't find no peace, too late to run away
I can't run away
I done got too deep in this war
Fuck it, bombs away
Screaming out for help, they ignore, ain't got nun to say
It's la familia first, I'm sending blitzs 'bout my partner
I put that money up because them losses made me smarter
I toss that bitch just like a frisbee and Lil' P3 caught her
Bitch, I'm a baller, when I dive inside, she call me Daddy, something like my daughter
Oh, you nasty, doing tricks just like the zombie taught her
Must eat at Zaxbys, all this chicken that we fuckin' run up
Oh
I can't leave my Tommie
You pretty fucking bitch, don't think 'bout leaving zombie
I bust my neck and wrist from trapping bags, lil' homie
I shouldn'ta gave my love, they took it all from me
I beat it up until she creamin' on me
I walk around with my switch, I'm going out like Tony
He shouldn't have made that list, and now his ass a goner
I'm mixing Wock and Tris, just like a Arnold Palmer
Oh
