Tommy TK - Fuck My label

I'm a good fella, we gon' get him whacked If he play with me, I'ma run up with a backpack
AK-47 we don't lack that Played his music round me, that's a trash bag
He said that he did what? but he capped that
And I don't even love the bitch, but the ass fat
I ain't even love the bitch, but I'ma slap the ass
If he meet up with Tommy, you gotta got a
If he met up with Tommy, he must've had a pack
Bitch, I'm posted with the gang with the wolf pack
And I got it like that, I could afford that
My brother just got out, he tryna catch another body
Bitch, we on the block, we got loose screws I keep two twin Glocks, don't know who's who
I'm in the telly, got some in the room and in the lobby
I roll the dice on life like Monopoly This a nice-ass crib, fuck off the property
Baby, if you suckin' dick, do it sloppily
Too much money in my pocket, do some in the air
I got way too many guns, I ain't playin fair
And if they havin' fun, then you know I'm there
They don't ever pat me down, I brought my gun in there
Baby, if you suckin' dick, do it properly
You a beekeeper, you a wannabe
I look in the mirror, that's who I wanna be
I look in the mirror, that's who he tryna be
Them boys hate on me, but then they copy me
Shout-out to my last label for droppin' me
Shout-out to my manager, I fucked his bitch Shout-out to my apeh, he always keep a stick
I'ma chase it back and I'ma get it quick
I know my manager's still mad because I fucked his bitch It ain't even my fault because she let me hit
Bitch, it's never my fault, I don't give a fuck
The only thing I ever knew is go and run it up
I know my manager's still mad because she let me fuck
She sucked it properly, I know he really mad Shit, he gotta be
Shout-out to my label cause they droppin me

Written by:
sako marzvanian

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