"Tomato" lyrics
(Damn, Donny made this?)
(Thank you, GC)
Nah
One, two, three, four, five, get the eight please
One, two, three, four, five, get the— uh
One, two, three, four, five, get the eight please
I got all these rich bitches tryna date me
I was thinkin' 'bout twenty-two when I was eighteen
That was then, bitch, ah
That was then, this is now, no, I can't wait, no
I just bought eight lines of Wock', but I need eight more
Ain't no—
Ain't nobody see it, that's a case closed
I done shot him by the—
Soon as I pulled out by the whip, I just— yeah
I just pulled up, shot a hip-fire, that's a waist blow
Haha, oh shit, what the fuck?
Thick bitch got a lot of ass, where your waist go?
She gon' let me fuck on the first night, no, I can't date, no
I might fuck your bitch any day now
Damn, woah
Hundred thousand, damn
Hundred thousand dollars ain't shit, I had to get some more
Got a chance to make it to the top, can't forget my bro
Left Flint for the wintertime, damn
Left Flint for the wintertime, I forget the snow
I just hit five bad bitches, it was—
I just hit five bad bitches, it was in a row
Like they was all next to each other, like, you
Like, you hit 'em, like
What the fuck you drinkin'? That ain't no fuckin' lean
I could've been won the game, but I was waitin' on my team
Better get the fuck up, you still waitin' on your dream
Hatin'-ass nigga probably hatin' on your fiends
I just pulled up in an old-school, it was clean
Told a bitch, "Watch your mouth," she went and bought some Listerine
Martin Luther King, went to sleep, had a dream
I was in the NBA ballin' hard, won a ring
I don't want them cheap-ass cameras, I want the Ring
Bitch wanna sign to YN, can you sing?
Nigga pulled up in a slow car drivin' extra fast
All my cars got jet fuel, I need extra gas
Damn, I think this bitch got corona, I need an extra mask
I don't think I'm where I wanna be, I need an extra bag
Oh, you in your one bag? What you tryna get into?
What the fuck bag you in, bro?
Why the fuck you pull up with that tall-ass bitch? She like 6'4"
Bitch drinkin' Casamigo, where the Henn' go?
Bitch, you think I really want you? Where your friend go?
I'll smack somebody so hard, think my hand broke
Bitch wanna hear my lingo, this my lingo
Told a bitch cook breakfast for me, my Eggo
Beat her doonies down from the side, think my leg broke
Nigga said he got some good weed, it was rego
I done made a hundred-sixty plays on Palmetto
Bitch asked me can she hold on? I said, "Let go"
I was just tryna build the block like Lego
Bitch mumbled, but I still heard it, what you said, ho?
Told a bitch she chatty, she said, "No, you tomato"
Hah, what the fuck do you mean with that?
I just told a bitch back back, she took a step close
Chatty as fuck
You're chatty
You're chatty
Bitch (Damn, Donny made this?)
(Thank you, GC)
Chatty, bitch
You know what chatty mean?
Chatty
(Thank you, GC)
Nah
One, two, three, four, five, get the eight please
One, two, three, four, five, get the— uh
One, two, three, four, five, get the eight please
I got all these rich bitches tryna date me
I was thinkin' 'bout twenty-two when I was eighteen
That was then, bitch, ah
That was then, this is now, no, I can't wait, no
I just bought eight lines of Wock', but I need eight more
Ain't no—
Ain't nobody see it, that's a case closed
I done shot him by the—
Soon as I pulled out by the whip, I just— yeah
I just pulled up, shot a hip-fire, that's a waist blow
Haha, oh shit, what the fuck?
Thick bitch got a lot of ass, where your waist go?
She gon' let me fuck on the first night, no, I can't date, no
I might fuck your bitch any day now
Damn, woah
Hundred thousand, damn
Hundred thousand dollars ain't shit, I had to get some more
Got a chance to make it to the top, can't forget my bro
Left Flint for the wintertime, damn
Left Flint for the wintertime, I forget the snow
I just hit five bad bitches, it was—
I just hit five bad bitches, it was in a row
Like they was all next to each other, like, you
Like, you hit 'em, like
What the fuck you drinkin'? That ain't no fuckin' lean
I could've been won the game, but I was waitin' on my team
Better get the fuck up, you still waitin' on your dream
Hatin'-ass nigga probably hatin' on your fiends
I just pulled up in an old-school, it was clean
Told a bitch, "Watch your mouth," she went and bought some Listerine
Martin Luther King, went to sleep, had a dream
I was in the NBA ballin' hard, won a ring
I don't want them cheap-ass cameras, I want the Ring
Bitch wanna sign to YN, can you sing?
Nigga pulled up in a slow car drivin' extra fast
All my cars got jet fuel, I need extra gas
Damn, I think this bitch got corona, I need an extra mask
I don't think I'm where I wanna be, I need an extra bag
Oh, you in your one bag? What you tryna get into?
What the fuck bag you in, bro?
Why the fuck you pull up with that tall-ass bitch? She like 6'4"
Bitch drinkin' Casamigo, where the Henn' go?
Bitch, you think I really want you? Where your friend go?
I'll smack somebody so hard, think my hand broke
Bitch wanna hear my lingo, this my lingo
Told a bitch cook breakfast for me, my Eggo
Beat her doonies down from the side, think my leg broke
Nigga said he got some good weed, it was rego
I done made a hundred-sixty plays on Palmetto
Bitch asked me can she hold on? I said, "Let go"
I was just tryna build the block like Lego
Bitch mumbled, but I still heard it, what you said, ho?
Told a bitch she chatty, she said, "No, you tomato"
Hah, what the fuck do you mean with that?
I just told a bitch back back, she took a step close
Chatty as fuck
You're chatty
You're chatty
Bitch (Damn, Donny made this?)
(Thank you, GC)
Chatty, bitch
You know what chatty mean?
Chatty
