Lyrics Tommy! - Nada!

I walk with the chop like a lumberjack
I go straight to the hole, I'm straight to the hole
I feel like a running back
Don't fuck with the Xanny, I'm done with that
That nigga talk tough he a funny cat
He not from the hood he from Pontiac
Can't sleep on me like an insomniac
I keep a pole, she like, "Where the tommy at?"
I walk with the chop like a lumberjack
I go straight to the hole, I'm straight to the hole
I feel like a running back
Don't fuck with the Xanny, I'm done with that
That nigga talk tough he a funny cat
He not from the hood he from Pontiac
Can't sleep on me like an insomniac
I keep a pole, she like, "Where the tommy at?"

Oh, these niggas copycats
I ain't even drop yet, how you copy that?
Valentino, he gave me the go, I hit up his phone
And I told him, "Copy that"
I'm in the jungle like bobcat
I just bought a new coupe, where the top at?
I been sipping on lean, where the drop at?
Stop that, pop that
I don't know, what these niggas on
But I know, I got triggers tucked
Count these figures up, light these niggas up
I got big big shit, I need bigger stuff
I got two twin hoes and they scissoring
But they wanna fuck me and it's evident
Pop a vitamin, then put on Vetements
Hit her once she like, "Nada for President", yeah

I walk with the chop like a lumberjack
I go straight to the hole, I'm straight to the hole
I feel like a running back
Don't fuck with the Xanny, I'm done with that
That nigga talk tough he a funny cat
He not from the hood he from Pontiac
Can't sleep on me like an insomniac
I keep a pole, she like, "Where the tommy at?"
I walk with the chop like a lumberjack
I go straight to the hole, I'm straight to the hole
I feel like a running back
Don't fuck with the Xanny, I'm done with that
That nigga talk tough he a funny cat
He not from the hood he from Pontiac
Can't sleep on me like an insomniac
I keep a pole, she like, "Where the tommy at?"