Tommy Gun lyrics

[Intro]
Oh man
What are you doing? What are you doing man

[Verse 1]
Call me a motherf*cking loser
But no I don't give a f*ck
Tell Zoella that this n*gga f*cks better than a Lex Steele di*k flying in like a firetruck
(What the f*ck man)
I'ma care free n*gga
Pretty sure my money bigger
Lemme show you better days wid a long di*k n*gga
(What the f*ck)
Now I've said my piece on the matter
I'm ready for chatter my aura getting Badder and badder
But then still, there is not a single man I worship
n*gga going in like Schumacher on a circuit
Knowledge in the verses Anger In the curses
Done with all the people thinking
They're a better person
Clickbaiting news
Headlining for the pay check
So I'ma tell 'em f*ck you
'Cause I'm done with all fallacies
Why they always @ing me
I'ma kill em all
Like I'm Mickey and the Mallory
Yeah yeah yeah

[Interlude]
(Ah sh*t man, ugh)
[Verse 2]
Bet you thought I was done n*gga
I'ma blow you all away when I'm done n*gga
Gold diggers wanna play get f*cked n*gga
If you don't wanna f*ck, don't come n*gga
Cause I'm tired of blue balls and dumb calls
Don't give away my number you dumb c*nt
I'm like Battlefront, or maybe Battlefield
Either way I'm f*cking up the COD cause I'm a better build
I'm like Carl Lewis winning doing track and field
Win in any field
Watch this n*gga proceed

[Chorus]
Everyday everyday undelayed on my way to snatch your day like overtime
Superbowl 51
Taking your number one
I hit like the mafia when shooting the Tommy Gun
This ain't a funny one
Running like Bolt when he hearing the Tommy Gun
Know when I do this I'm aiming for everyone

[Outro]
(Jesus Christ man, think we're gonna need to talk about this)