Nettspend - Tommy Lyrics

High off my feet, Tommy, I don't know
And she was street slimy, I ain't know (Rok on the track, yeah)

Touch your toes, oh-oh-oh
Pour some more, ah, ah
I suppose, uh
I, I know, high off my feet, Tommy, I don't know
And she was street slimy, I ain't know
So we geek up and f*ck, oh
I left for dead, but she made a pact for us
And she pullin' tarots, I think I would get blessed
And I won't let 'em bury me, son, "Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah" (nah, nah)

My lil' shit dressed like she a tomboy
At the Gucci store, and I'm like, "Where the Tom Ford?"
I try explore all the things, I want more
I try explain how I feel, but I just feel it in my core
AP Skele' on my fist, no Rolex
And I took a picture with you 'cause you earned it, uh
Ayy, pop that- (Lamb') ayy, pop that pill, you might just lose your focus (ew)
I'm in my bag, buyin' bags for my purses
I'm a bounty hunter, stray rats, looking for that f*cking snitch (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Snitch, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)

Touch your toes, oh-oh-oh
Pour some more, ah, ah
I suppose, uh
I, I know, high off my feet, Tommy, I don't know
And she was street slimy, I ain't know
So we geek up and f*ck, oh
I left for dead, but she made a pact for us
And she pullin' tarots, I think I would get blessed
And I won't let 'em bury me, son, "Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah" (nah, nah)