Lyrics Honey Bun - AFK

Tommy tucked his tommy gun
Baby you so sweet you're a honey bun
Runner up the money coming
Fifty up like fifty something
He's clearly bluffing

Got a scab so I pick around it
Bitch is free I can't allow it
Chandelier on my throat
Cost my a couple thousand
Bitches wanna try to trap
Pass the marijuana back
Listen I don't wanna chat
I just wanna go n' get me that
S class sports car
Hear it when it's starting up
Said I'm not your hero baby
Please don't ever start with us
Come on kid smarten up
Interrupted pardon us
Banga bus the parties up
Diamonds are just sparkly dust
Woke up on the wrong side
Thc got me floating in a calm mind
Baby love me and it's alright
Tell her that I love her all the damn time

Tommy tucked his tommy gun
Baby you so sweet your a honey bun
Runner up the money coming
Fifty up Like fifty something
He's clearly bluffing
Tommy tucked his tommy gun
Baby you so sweet your a honey bun
Runner up the money coming
Fifty up Like fifty something
He's clearly bluffing

I'm a grave robber
Bitch say something
Getting money now
Eight commas
I'm a grave robber
Say something
Eight commas
Bitches wanna
I cant even
S class sports car
Brand new season
Tommy tucked his shit
Bring it out cause he's a demon