The little stands for lil and the gun stands for tommy
And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see
I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks
Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
My name is lil tommy
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see
And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,
She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally
The ones who wanted their family to have a little money
Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round
Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)
Underrated some would say
Don't let the verbal tommy spray,
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