Lil Tommy got a burner in his backpack
Lil nigga gonna bring a gun to school
Got a glock 48 in his knapsack
Lil nigga don't care about the rules
Lil Tommy got a vendetta, detta
Blood on the floor, make him feel better
He's the only black boy in a school full of whites
Picket fence at his house, but still a nigga right?
Right!
Money don't mean shit
Lil Tommy never lived in the projects
Got a dad and a mom went to college
But knowledge leaves you in bondage? Why?
Ain't this America! Pull yourself by your boots straps, if you do that, then the money and The fame it should fall on your lap!
Noooo
Not if you black though, you work hard and never live in a castle
You get called the N-word by an asshole
Cops harass they trying to dismantle
So lil Tommy got a lotta shit to handle!
If you were Tommy sitting in the back of the classroom
Can't move, can't go to the bathroom
Another day in school is hell in this f*cking room
Would you make a motherf*cker go boom?
Tommy got a new gun, Tommy got a new piece
Tommy wanna feel alive, so he gonna spray heat
Tommy got a new gun, Tommy got a new piece
Tommy gonna make a motherf*cker feel heat
Tommy got a new piece
Tommy gonna use his heat
Tommy gonna make a motherf*cker gal down to his feet
Lil Tommy loved Kevin Hart,
Lil Tommy never thought about letting that thing spark
But they got him in the pickle
In the middle of the year in the middle of the year
And his mom and his dad they ain't really helping shit really, Damn,
Bout to catch a body in the hall, 1-2-3-4, maybe kill them all
Bought half a sec from blasting a tech,
Next time a bully push him up against the wall
The boys play hard, he ain't got no friends,
So he got him a piece to defend himself
Balled whole fists, when the shots lick off,
He gonna hit em so hard, he gonna knock that fence
Got him a 9 with his mom's ID,
Shit came online in like 5 weeks
Way too small, so he went to the mall,
Got a nice lil chopper with the bit sawed off
Bout to act a fool, he ain't scared of them dudes,
A nigga going through it, in a junior high school
And these kids so cruel, so they pick on him hard,
But Tommy can't snitch cause that shit's not cool
Let's go, let's go, Lil Tommy got a hammer,
He gonna bust it at a bamma, who was pushing him around
Like Duh duh duh, they won't even know what happened,
All he heard was the teacher scream, "Get down on the ground!"
Tommy got a new gun, Tommy got a new piece
Tommy wanna feel alive, so he gonna spray heat
Tommy got a new gun, Tommy got a new piece
Tommy gonna make a motherf*cker feel heat
Tommy got a new piece
Tommy gonna use his heat
Tommy gonna make a motherf*cker gal down to his feet
Sedia B - High School Shooter (feat. Skinny OG) Lyrics
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Lil Tommy got a burner in his backpack
Lil nigga gonna bring a gun to school
Got a glock 48 in his knapsack
Lil nigga don't care about the rules
Lil Tommy got a vendetta, detta
Blood on the floor, make him feel better
He's the only black boy in a school full of whites
Picket fence at his house, but still a nigga right?
Right!
Money don't mean shit
Lil Tommy never lived in the projects
Got a dad and a mom went to college
But knowledge leaves you in bondage? Why?
Ain't this America! Pull yourself by your boots straps, if you do that, then the money and The fame it should fall on your lap!
Noooo
Not if you black though, you work hard and never live in a castle
You get called the N-word by an asshole
Cops harass they trying to dismantle
So lil Tommy got a lotta shit to handle!
If you were Tommy sitting in the back of the classroom
Can't move, can't go to the bathroom
Another day in school is hell in this f*cking room
Would you make a motherf*cker go boom?
Tommy got a new gun, Tommy got a new piece
Tommy wanna feel alive, so he gonna spray heat
Tommy got a new gun, Tommy got a new piece
Tommy gonna make a motherf*cker feel heat
Tommy got a new piece
Tommy gonna use his heat
Tommy gonna make a motherf*cker gal down to his feet
Lil Tommy loved Kevin Hart,
Lil Tommy never thought about letting that thing spark
But they got him in the pickle
In the middle of the year in the middle of the year
And his mom and his dad they ain't really helping shit really, Damn,
Bout to catch a body in the hall, 1-2-3-4, maybe kill them all
Bought half a sec from blasting a tech,
Next time a bully push him up against the wall
The boys play hard, he ain't got no friends,
So he got him a piece to defend himself
Balled whole fists, when the shots lick off,
He gonna hit em so hard, he gonna knock that fence
Got him a 9 with his mom's ID,
Shit came online in like 5 weeks
Way too small, so he went to the mall,
Got a nice lil chopper with the bit sawed off
Bout to act a fool, he ain't scared of them dudes,
A nigga going through it, in a junior high school
And these kids so cruel, so they pick on him hard,
But Tommy can't snitch cause that shit's not cool
Let's go, let's go, Lil Tommy got a hammer,
He gonna bust it at a bamma, who was pushing him around
Like Duh duh duh, they won't even know what happened,
All he heard was the teacher scream, "Get down on the ground!"
Tommy got a new gun, Tommy got a new piece
Tommy wanna feel alive, so he gonna spray heat
Tommy got a new gun, Tommy got a new piece
Tommy gonna make a motherf*cker feel heat
Tommy got a new piece
Tommy gonna use his heat
Tommy gonna make a motherf*cker gal down to his feet
Lil nigga gonna bring a gun to school
Got a glock 48 in his knapsack
Lil nigga don't care about the rules
Lil Tommy got a vendetta, detta
Blood on the floor, make him feel better
He's the only black boy in a school full of whites
Picket fence at his house, but still a nigga right?
Right!
Money don't mean shit
Lil Tommy never lived in the projects
Got a dad and a mom went to college
But knowledge leaves you in bondage? Why?
Ain't this America! Pull yourself by your boots straps, if you do that, then the money and The fame it should fall on your lap!
Noooo
Not if you black though, you work hard and never live in a castle
You get called the N-word by an asshole
Cops harass they trying to dismantle
So lil Tommy got a lotta shit to handle!
If you were Tommy sitting in the back of the classroom
Can't move, can't go to the bathroom
Another day in school is hell in this f*cking room
Would you make a motherf*cker go boom?
Tommy got a new gun, Tommy got a new piece
Tommy wanna feel alive, so he gonna spray heat
Tommy got a new gun, Tommy got a new piece
Tommy gonna make a motherf*cker feel heat
Tommy got a new piece
Tommy gonna use his heat
Tommy gonna make a motherf*cker gal down to his feet
Lil Tommy loved Kevin Hart,
Lil Tommy never thought about letting that thing spark
But they got him in the pickle
In the middle of the year in the middle of the year
And his mom and his dad they ain't really helping shit really, Damn,
Bout to catch a body in the hall, 1-2-3-4, maybe kill them all
Bought half a sec from blasting a tech,
Next time a bully push him up against the wall
The boys play hard, he ain't got no friends,
So he got him a piece to defend himself
Balled whole fists, when the shots lick off,
He gonna hit em so hard, he gonna knock that fence
Got him a 9 with his mom's ID,
Shit came online in like 5 weeks
Way too small, so he went to the mall,
Got a nice lil chopper with the bit sawed off
Bout to act a fool, he ain't scared of them dudes,
A nigga going through it, in a junior high school
And these kids so cruel, so they pick on him hard,
But Tommy can't snitch cause that shit's not cool
Let's go, let's go, Lil Tommy got a hammer,
He gonna bust it at a bamma, who was pushing him around
Like Duh duh duh, they won't even know what happened,
All he heard was the teacher scream, "Get down on the ground!"
Tommy got a new gun, Tommy got a new piece
Tommy wanna feel alive, so he gonna spray heat
Tommy got a new gun, Tommy got a new piece
Tommy gonna make a motherf*cker feel heat
Tommy got a new piece
Tommy gonna use his heat
Tommy gonna make a motherf*cker gal down to his feet
Writer: Sedia Bonsu
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid