(Tommy Gunz!)
[Verse 1]
Faded off this blunt I'm smoking, Marijuana I be toking, you think you ill? you must be joking
Homie its the beast, leavin beats rest in peace
Your nickname should be 7 days, cause your flow is so weak
Yeah you know it keep it hot, son, I'm not Hopson
But, I got the Funk Volume that make the bitches drop some
While we getting faded like some old ass black t-shirts, go and grab 3 skirts
You scared? then go to thee church
Cause I ain't talking marriage, when I say that I'm the best, man
Big blunt in my right, and a 40oz in my left hand
Bitches getting drunk, talking bout dropping that head soon
Tell her if she grab my dick, then that'a portkey to my bedroom
Smokin on that loud, you can always hear me win
Chinky eyed motherfucker like my dog, Jeremy Lin
Killing all these bitches man, I'm the new Dahmer
Ain't nobody hotter, and these beats I fucking slaughter
I'm the chosen one, like LeBron James, or Harry Potter
So you better watch your daugher, she calling me "daddy" like I was her father
Yeuh, not stopping 'til I reach success, know I can do it, cause the only thing I fail is a drug test
[Verse 2]
I go ghost in the booth, cause these bitches can't see me
Even with a Silph Scope, you still wouldn't, believe me
Man, I keep it real, So I'm way past hating
Bitch I'm in the building, you asking for money outside the gas station
21, fuck college, I'm a rapper dog
Too cool for school, lighting up trees, so much smoke it looks like fog
I'll be running shit, watching you bitches just jog
Trying to dig my bone in your girls bush, cause I'm a dog
But, one without tags, a leash, or a collar
Rip out your brain, and sell it to Hannibal Lector, for a dollar
Then, I go to the store, and buy another blunt wrap
Twist up some fire dro, bro, and I'mma puff that
Jits asking for mids, and I just be like "whats that?"
I ain't burn that shit since I was a motherfucking, rugrat
I tell a bitch she beautiful If I wanna cut that
Say she remind me of an Ounce of dro, and all them other hoes, dub sacks
[Verse 3]
I said, I'm Batman bitch cause I don't need super powers, I am one
Jump on the track in all black, and I go ham, son
Ain't talking bout my partner, when I say I'm beat robbing
Remix the track and leave critics juh juh jaws dropping
Haters want me to, but you know I'm never stopping
Hip-Hop, I'm at the door, let me in yo bro I'm knocking
I know you gotta lot of bad bitches I could put my cock in
Then I go hard, Like Bad Azz Nayo, Rest In Peace, Zlatin
T-Gunz!
THC BITCH!
