Yeah, i'm feeling good bro
Hey man' it's Tommy season bruh
She looked at me in my eyes
Emotions I know it's a lie
She bad' but in love with the clothes' boy
I think it'd be stupid to trust, boy
Too many niggas tryna disrespect me
I keep a pistol on me to protect me
Know I been sinning, but hop on my knees
Stare at the sun and say' "God
Would you help me?"
Smoking on green, I'm tryna be healthy
Smoking on green' gelato
She wanna pretend she a model
Triple 7 like I just won the lotto
Like I just won the lotto
Too many niggas tryna disrespect me
I keep a pistol on me to protect me
Know I been sinning, but hop on my knees
Stare at the sun and say, "God
Would you help me?"
Smoking on green, I'm tryna be healthy
Smoking on green, gelato
She wanna pretend she a model
Triple 7 like I just won the lotto
Wasabi drippin' with the green Bape
She said I'm different, I still don't
Know what that shit means, aye
I ride for my niggas
I guess that shit complicated
I been on a mission to put on for my my side
I hop in the Benz in Chanel slides
They hatin' on me, I'mma let 'em slide
Got tunnel vision, I got money eyes
They gon' put F in the chat
If you try to test me
Pussy ass nigga will not get the best of me
Ain't even cap, my ex is a gemini
She bad lil' jaunt but shorty expensive
I don't see the point of spending expensives
I was mad at the world
Runnin' in and out of detention
My uncle Derek told me get a bag
So I just run up, ain't lookin' back
They stare at me, f*ck are you lookin' at
I pray on my knees you coming back
I cut the boy off like a butchery
Say she don't like how other
Bitches look at me
So I 'needa switch it up and
Get right back in my bag
I switch from the beamer and hop in the jag
(I switch from the beamer and hop in the jag)
Too many niggas tryna disrespect me
I keep a pistol on me to protect me
Know I been sinning, but hop on my knees
Stare at the sun and say, "God
Would you help me?"
Smoking on green, I'm tryna be healthy
Smoking on green, gelato
She wanna pretend she a model
Triple 7 like I just won the lotto
Like I just won the lotto
Too many niggas tryna disrespect me
I keep a pistol on me to protect me
Know I been sinning, but hop on my knees
Stare at the sun and say, "God
Would you help me?"
Smoking on green, I'm tryna be healthy
Smoking on green, gelato
She wanna pretend she a model
Triple 7 like I just won the lotto
Tommy Ice - gelato Lyrics
Tommy Ice - gelato Lyrics
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English
Yeah, i'm feeling good bro
Hey man' it's Tommy season bruh
She looked at me in my eyes
Emotions I know it's a lie
She bad' but in love with the clothes' boy
I think it'd be stupid to trust, boy
Too many niggas tryna disrespect me
I keep a pistol on me to protect me
Know I been sinning, but hop on my knees
Stare at the sun and say' "God
Would you help me?"
Smoking on green, I'm tryna be healthy
Smoking on green' gelato
She wanna pretend she a model
Triple 7 like I just won the lotto
Like I just won the lotto
Too many niggas tryna disrespect me
I keep a pistol on me to protect me
Know I been sinning, but hop on my knees
Stare at the sun and say, "God
Would you help me?"
Smoking on green, I'm tryna be healthy
Smoking on green, gelato
She wanna pretend she a model
Triple 7 like I just won the lotto
Wasabi drippin' with the green Bape
She said I'm different, I still don't
Know what that shit means, aye
I ride for my niggas
I guess that shit complicated
I been on a mission to put on for my my side
I hop in the Benz in Chanel slides
They hatin' on me, I'mma let 'em slide
Got tunnel vision, I got money eyes
They gon' put F in the chat
If you try to test me
Pussy ass nigga will not get the best of me
Ain't even cap, my ex is a gemini
She bad lil' jaunt but shorty expensive
I don't see the point of spending expensives
I was mad at the world
Runnin' in and out of detention
My uncle Derek told me get a bag
So I just run up, ain't lookin' back
They stare at me, f*ck are you lookin' at
I pray on my knees you coming back
I cut the boy off like a butchery
Say she don't like how other
Bitches look at me
So I 'needa switch it up and
Get right back in my bag
I switch from the beamer and hop in the jag
(I switch from the beamer and hop in the jag)
Too many niggas tryna disrespect me
I keep a pistol on me to protect me
Know I been sinning, but hop on my knees
Stare at the sun and say, "God
Would you help me?"
Smoking on green, I'm tryna be healthy
Smoking on green, gelato
She wanna pretend she a model
Triple 7 like I just won the lotto
Like I just won the lotto
Too many niggas tryna disrespect me
I keep a pistol on me to protect me
Know I been sinning, but hop on my knees
Stare at the sun and say, "God
Would you help me?"
Smoking on green, I'm tryna be healthy
Smoking on green, gelato
She wanna pretend she a model
Triple 7 like I just won the lotto
Hey man' it's Tommy season bruh
She looked at me in my eyes
Emotions I know it's a lie
She bad' but in love with the clothes' boy
I think it'd be stupid to trust, boy
Too many niggas tryna disrespect me
I keep a pistol on me to protect me
Know I been sinning, but hop on my knees
Stare at the sun and say' "God
Would you help me?"
Smoking on green, I'm tryna be healthy
Smoking on green' gelato
She wanna pretend she a model
Triple 7 like I just won the lotto
Like I just won the lotto
Too many niggas tryna disrespect me
I keep a pistol on me to protect me
Know I been sinning, but hop on my knees
Stare at the sun and say, "God
Would you help me?"
Smoking on green, I'm tryna be healthy
Smoking on green, gelato
She wanna pretend she a model
Triple 7 like I just won the lotto
Wasabi drippin' with the green Bape
She said I'm different, I still don't
Know what that shit means, aye
I ride for my niggas
I guess that shit complicated
I been on a mission to put on for my my side
I hop in the Benz in Chanel slides
They hatin' on me, I'mma let 'em slide
Got tunnel vision, I got money eyes
They gon' put F in the chat
If you try to test me
Pussy ass nigga will not get the best of me
Ain't even cap, my ex is a gemini
She bad lil' jaunt but shorty expensive
I don't see the point of spending expensives
I was mad at the world
Runnin' in and out of detention
My uncle Derek told me get a bag
So I just run up, ain't lookin' back
They stare at me, f*ck are you lookin' at
I pray on my knees you coming back
I cut the boy off like a butchery
Say she don't like how other
Bitches look at me
So I 'needa switch it up and
Get right back in my bag
I switch from the beamer and hop in the jag
(I switch from the beamer and hop in the jag)
Too many niggas tryna disrespect me
I keep a pistol on me to protect me
Know I been sinning, but hop on my knees
Stare at the sun and say, "God
Would you help me?"
Smoking on green, I'm tryna be healthy
Smoking on green, gelato
She wanna pretend she a model
Triple 7 like I just won the lotto
Like I just won the lotto
Too many niggas tryna disrespect me
I keep a pistol on me to protect me
Know I been sinning, but hop on my knees
Stare at the sun and say, "God
Would you help me?"
Smoking on green, I'm tryna be healthy
Smoking on green, gelato
She wanna pretend she a model
Triple 7 like I just won the lotto
Writer: TYLER BRANTLEY CASTOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave