Tommy Pickles by Wilx Lyrics
No job like Tommy, still’ll flip a nickel
Flip & 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 dna‚ fuck feelings I’m @ BNA
Smell like Kushy when they check bags
Running up a check, bag
Ride me like it’s 6 flags, wear it out like jet lag
Wake & I bake & im rolling up smokin that fruity!
The texture‚ the taste & smell..rollin & smokin exclusive, slick be pollution
Slicker than slick people looting, sicker than sick people puking
Hit that boy like Hadouken!
Niggas be dancing & juking‚ slide thru like ‘scuse 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 dna, fuck feelings I’m @ BNA
Still gon pass my drug test, low ticket wit the plug yes
Fuck it let it burn, u know the herb superb
(DBurt Came Up)
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 @ noon, ran thru a 7 damn near by 2p
Lit in the afternoon, I smoke my flowers right after bloom
No job like Tommy, still’ll flip a nickel
Flip & 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 dna, fuck feelings I’m @ BNA
Flip & 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 dna‚ fuck feelings I’m @ BNA
Smell like Kushy when they check bags
Running up a check, bag
Ride me like it’s 6 flags, wear it out like jet lag
Wake & I bake & im rolling up smokin that fruity!
The texture‚ the taste & smell..rollin & smokin exclusive, slick be pollution
Slicker than slick people looting, sicker than sick people puking
Hit that boy like Hadouken!
Niggas be dancing & juking‚ slide thru like ‘scuse 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 dna, fuck feelings I’m @ BNA
Still gon pass my drug test, low ticket wit the plug yes
Fuck it let it burn, u know the herb superb
(DBurt Came Up)
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 @ noon, ran thru a 7 damn near by 2p
Lit in the afternoon, I smoke my flowers right after bloom
No job like Tommy, still’ll flip a nickel
Flip & 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 dna, fuck feelings I’m @ BNA