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2cup Tommy
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Thomas William Conboy
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Ahah
Jelly
It's 2Cup baby!
Ha
Jelly
What that hell!
Then we got one
Jelly
On my momma better mind yo business
In that place that i was raised
We were southern fried like some chickens
Man its realer than its ever been
Used to look like pitty
Now its looking like envy bitch
I'm feeling zoned out
4D
Hollar outta bound
Man you know i'm out the galaxy
I'm feeling zoned out
Dope trees
Rollin to through Savanna than we pushin' back to Tennessee
Yeah
Riding through Savanna streets
Looking for a mouth
I can open just like can of peas
Man I'm hot so them bitches calling me gasoline
B-b-basterd
Now watch me cause a catastrophe
Lavagley with my bag of weed
Don't pass it to me, I'm so gone
I'm way on top at that o-Zone
Cause I mixed the codene with a nose dose
Hold on
Got a purple stain on my polo
Oh no
Got an other one sittin' on my photo
I don't even know where I'm cause I go home
Raised in the fuckin' street
I ain't talking hobo
Now I'm so flow
Chillin' with a puerto rican
Man that bitch so fine
Then she started to talk
So I had a tell her off
That was bad for the grind
Back to my state my state
Working over time bitch
I'm feeling really zoned out
Kinda like i'm flying
I'm vibing
Always looking vibrant
Tired like a motherfucker I ain't talking eyelids
What The Fuck you though it was
I got it from nothing about the mud
Call me crazy I go banana's got me zoned like
The sections they livin' up in Atlanta... Imma
On my momma better mind yo business
In that place that i was raised
We were southern fried like some chickens
Man its realer than its ever been
Used to look like pitty
Now its looking like envy bitch
I'm feeling zoned out
4D
Hollar outta bound
Man you know I'm out the galaxy
I'm feeling zoned out
Dope trees
Rollin to through Savanna than we pushin back to Tennessee
Big Body swerving
Savanna back up to Antioc
Fat boy, smooth game
Quick to make her panties drop
Old school Cadillac with the flip-flop
Made a livin' off my wrist
But never bought a wrist watch
I'm riding through my city, I'm high as a ballon
And when I say I'm high I mean I'm up there by the moon
I got dirt all on my boots
Girl I'm, covered in mud
Go home and tell you're mother you fell in love with a thug
Me and Jojo blowing doe doe
Swerving and sipping shine
Problem with me getting mine
Grab a number get in line
I do this for my people in the hood just getting by
I made it out alive without life prison time
My people still out there, i heard that they flippin' pies
If I had one wish
I wish all the snitches die
And tell'em that's the truth
Yeah I know you feel it double cup
One middle finger ain't enough, i shoot a couple up
Told em Bitch
On my momma better mind yo business
In that place that I was raised
We were southern fried like some chickens
Man its realer than its ever been
Used to look like pitty
Now its looking like envy bitch
I'm feeling zoned out
4D
Hollar outta bound
Man you know i'm out the galaxy
I'm feeling zoned out
Dope trees
Rollin to through Savanna than we pushin back to Tennessee
Rollin to through Savanna then we pushing back to Tennessee
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