Lyrics Tommy Pickles - WILX

No job like Tommy
Still'll flip a nickel
Flip and tumble
Tommy Pickles
Pick it up
Won't fumble wit it
It's all up in my blood
It's in my cells
Don't call it sickle
All up in my D-N-A
Fuck feelings I'm at B-N-A

Smell like Kushy when they check bags
Running up a check
Bag
Ride me like it's Six Flags
Wear it out like jet lag

Wake and I bake and I'm rolling up
Smokin' that fruity
The texture' the taste and smell
Rollin and smokin' exclusive
Slick be pollution
Slicker than slick people looting
Sicker than sick people puking
Hit that boy like Hadouken
Niggas be dancing and juking
Slide thru like excuse me
Smokin on fruity

Smokin out the ounce
Usually
Product, supply
User
Niggas got big bags of fentanyl
Gotta check that
I can't go for that at all
Plenty roaches in the ashtray
If I'm sober
It's a sad day
All up in my D-N-A
Fuck feelings I'm at B-N-A
Still gon' pass my drug test
Low ticket wit the plug yes
Fuck it let it burn
You know the herb superb

Smokin' on fruit
Grew by the root
Grew like its Groot
Servicing goods to the group
Move like a troop
Smoke wit the crew
Woke up at noon
Ran thru a 7
Damn near by 2
Lit in the afternoon
I smoke my flowers right after bloom

No job like Tommy
Still'll flip a nickel
Flip and tumble
Tommy Pickles
Pick it up
Won't fumble wit it
It's all up in my blood
It's in my cells
Don't call it sickle
All up in my D-N-A
Fuck feelings I'm at B-N-A