Tonka (Sadfriendd Remix)

[Chorus]
Goddamn, why'd you say that with your chest?
Lil' bitch, keep talkin', we don't want it
I got bitches on my line
And tell a lil' shorty, I don't want it, uh
Wait, diamonds on my neck, so, bitch you know that I like started, uh
We gon' kick it, we gon' want it
I pull Glocks up, and I run it (Wait, wait)
Uh, I do not want or but care 'bout the trace
Feel like a hummer, diamonds on here
Came in with a bitch, with a Glock
And a beam and I'm bringing them under (Wait)
Makin' them wonder, like I care, I plunder
Send me your bitch and a basket, and dunk her (Aye)
Whippin' the whip till I breaking the bummers
And I hustle my Glock, till the sound of my thumb hurt (Wait)

[Verse]
Burnin' that gas like an H2 hummer
Put 'em to sleep with the beat and they'll slumber
Glock stay hot, like a street in the summer (Wait)
Send 'em to hell, we'll take 'em down under
Bitch, watch 'em bout fight, they don't know what to say
I be grinding, makin' bands everyday
I just booked another flight to L.A
Talkin' shit and I'll get you shot in the face
Wait, I don't really wanna talk
If you really wanna talk, then I'm really gun 'em down
Wait, money comin' by the flock
It's I get a lot a guap, I'm about to slit 'em down
Claim your talk, and give a fuck what you say?
Shut the fuck up, get the fuck out my face
Keep a clip and keep a Glock on my waist
Hollow tips, now bitch, and I might let it spray

[Bridge]
Goddamn, why'd you say that with your chest?
Lil' bitch, keep talkin', we gon' want it
I got bitches on my line
And tell a lil' shorty I don't want it, uh
Wait, diamonds on my neck
So bitch you know that I like startin', uh
We gon' kick it, we gon' want it
I pull Glocks up, and I run up (Wait, wait)

[Outro]
Goddamn, why'd you say that with your chest?
Lil' bitch, keep talkin', we don't want it
I got bitches on my line
And tell a lil' shorty, I don't want it, uh
Wait, diamonds on my neck, so, bitch you know that I like started, uh
We gon' kick it, we gon' want it
I pull Glocks up, and I run it (Wait, wait)
Uh, I do not want or but care 'bout the trace
Feel like a hummer, diamonds on here
Came in with a bitch, with a Glock
And a beam and I'm bringing them under (Wait)
Makin' them wonder, like I care, I plunder
Send me your bitch and a basket, and dunk her (Aye)
Whippin' the whip till I breaking the bummers
And I hustle my Glock, till the sound of my thumb hurt