I’m beating up the muthaf#ckin block, no knock, sippin wok
Check your muthaf#ckin clock – goes ticky ticky tock
Hoes all up on my jock, want my style? you can’t cop
Feelin like I’m 1999 slipknot
Always in my face with some b#llsh#t
b#tch I’m irritated if you really didn’t notice
I’mma lil devil, imma summon all the locusts
Evil intentions now watch me make a magnum opus
Nose fulla bump, got a body in the trunk
I’m the king of the phonk and I won’t give it up
Smokin on the marijuana, puffin on the skunk
f#ckin witcha boy, pull the strap and dump dump
666, put you on a crucifix
Imma do it like that – imma do it like this
Tommy steady pack a tone, if it’s violence I condone
Put you in f#ckin grave and then I’m pissin on your stone, b#tch
Pistol packin with some anna put it in your facе
Back on the track, make you with vanish with no case
Tommy wit da tonе is such a f#ckin disgrace
I took the rap game and I put it in its place
Balaclava with the pump, I’m creeping out the f#ckin cut
Mask up on my f#ckin face so you know that I’m gettin buck
b#tch you got me f#cked up but I ain’t gon trip
Talkin all that sh#t like you ain’t smokin mids
All over the map, always steady pack a gat
With the red dot or the beam on the muthaf#ckin strap
I don’t make rap, muthaf#cka get that
I ain’t stackin paper, b#tch I’m stackin bottlecaps
Feel like I’m Ray Liotta but don’t call me a Goodfella
More like Tommy Vercetti you muthaf#ckas know better
Still ain’t at my peak, locked my qualities in a cellar
Release them all, I watch you fall, degraded to a bunch of beggars
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Tommy Wit Da Tone Lyrics – b#tch You Got Me f#cked Up