Tomahawk

Lyrics
[Chorus] Suds in her cup, real soda pop, gripping on the Glock, it's time to send shots Bullets flying like a tomahawk, bullets flying, they aren't in park Suds in her cup, real soda pop, gripping on the Glock, time to send shots Bullets flying like a tomahawk, bullets flying, they ain't in park Suds in her cup, real soda pop, gripping on the Glock, it's time to send shots Bullets flying like a tomahawk, bullets flying, they ain't in park [Verse] Bring you down like a see-saw, you won't recount what you saw It's too late for a medic to involve, the ground is warm and the skin is soft I eat your heart, but no cannibal, you singing for hoes like it is a recital I'm dead inside, I think I need a rеvival, it ain't too late, we still got a few Suds in hеr cup, real soda pop, gripping on the Glock, it's time to send shots Bullets flying like a tomahawk, bullets flying, they ain't in park [Slowed] [Chorus] Suds in her cup, real soda pop, gripping on the Glock, it's time to send shots Bullets flying like a tomahawk, bullets flying, they aren't in park Suds in her cup, real soda pop, gripping on the Glock, time to send shots Bullets flying like a tomahawk, bullets flying, they ain't in park Suds in her cup, real soda pop, gripping on the Glock, it's time to send shots Bullets flying like a tomahawk, bullets flying, they ain't in park [Verse] Bring you down like a see-saw, you won't recount what you saw It's too late for a medic to involve, the ground is warm and the skin is soft I eat your heart, but no cannibal, you singing for hoes like it is a recital I'm dead inside, I think I need a revival, it ain't too late, we still got a few Suds in her cup, real soda pop, gripping on the Glock, it's time to send shots Bullets flying like a tomahawk, bullets flying, they ain't in park
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Credits
- Writers
- Sunshine Christo