Q6 Millions - Tom And Jerry (feat. Flake)

I was stress cah I need to make this money, money
I was stress cah time was running
We really out here tryna bun him
Kill him
Dead him
Dead him
Q, Q, Q
Q6
The opps know yh we are ready
Live in street like Tom and Jerry
She’s a sweet one, sweet like Ben and Jerry
Of course she’s cheating on Terry
They love what they see on telly
Tryna make it out like Levi Roots but the hood is glued
Trapping, trapping money and beef give me some juice
I was low on battery came a long way from sitting on the back seat
I wear this Bally my face is bait
Any violation get handle straight
If I’m beefing you then I’m beefing your mate
Money on mind tryna get it right
Mashing work gotta pushing dah weight
Bagging pebs like tic-tac
Phones on Lyca no giffgaff
I was in bando alone getting money while they partying late nights
No days off until I shine
Bro came OT left his ting at home spare there you can use mine
They man athlete always sprinting I’ll catch them next him next time
The opps know yh we are ready
Live in street like Tom and Jerry
She’s a sweet one, sweet like Ben and Jerry
Of course she’s cheating on Terry
They love what they see on telly
Tryna make it out like Levi Roots but the hood is glued
Trapping, trapping money and beef give me some juice
I was low on battery came a long way from sitting on the back seat
Q Q
This year is money and juice
I ain’t tryna crease these shoes
Bad b from London, London
She said she’s coming to see me in sheff
Jojo’s in ot bando living
He told me he need sweet one is been a minute
Got flavours there where sheff city
She said she’s coming with a friend she’s gorgeous and cute
I already told you she’s sweet one sweet like Ben and Jerry
Blond hair blue eyes of course she’s cheating on Terry
The opps know yh we are ready
Live in street like Tom and Jerry
She’s a sweet one, sweet like Ben and Jerry
Of course she’s cheating on Terry
They love what they see on telly
Tryna make it out like Levi Roots but the hood is glued
Trapping, trapping money and beef give me some juice
I was low on battery came a long way from sitting on the back seat
When I lose my temper
Someone gotta taste my cutter
Spill dah juice no Fanta
Don’t wanna dress in red like Santa
They ain’t brave they brag on Snapchat
Almost lost two and q I’m a wicked whipper
I learn from serious member
I got light and dark like panda
Dark peng like Rihanna
Whip it, lock it, dry it, bag it, rocks shines like a diamond
Two and q in microwave less an minute the cats excited
The opps know yh we are ready
Live in street like Tom and Jerry
She’s a sweet one, sweet like Ben and Jerry
Of course she’s cheating on Terry
They love what they see on telly
Tryna make it out like Levi Roots but the hood is glued
Trapping, trapping money and beef give me some juice
I was low on battery came a long way from sitting on the back seat
Q, Q, Q, Q6
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Written by:
Gashar Mayala

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