Tommy Gun Quavo (Ft. Dru Smith)

[Intro: Quavo]
Livin' my life like Osama
Bitches they suckin' and fuckin' for Hondas
Livin my life like Osama
Bitches they suckin' and fuckin' for Hondas
Livin' my life like Osama
Bitches they suckin' and fuckin' for Hondas
Met another plug flew straight to Hong Kong then drop the work off in Tijuana (Hong Kong)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Feelin' like Al Capone with my Tommy Gun (Al Capone)
I’m feelin' like I’m Osama Bin Laden on the run (Osama Bin Laden)
I’m feelin' like I might meet my plug out in Hong Kong (out in Hong Kong)
(Brr brr brrrrr, fuck) Feds done tapped my phone (Fuck 12)
Feelin' like Al Capone with my Tommy Gun (Woo)
I’m feelin' like I’m Osama Bin Laden on the run (Osama Bin Laden)
I’m feelin' like I might meet my plug out in Hong Kong
(Brr brr brrrrr, fuck) Feds done tapped my phone

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Livin' my life like Osama
Bitches they suckin' and fuckin' for Hondas
Met another plug flew straight to Hong Kong then drop the work off in Tijuana (Hong Kong)
This is my life and I do what I wanna I’m trappin' and cappin' on corners
Fuck nigga you settin' up shop in the wrong side of town
I’mma give you a warning
AK-47 karat lingo
Shoot a fuck nigga like a free throw
Finessin' the plug for kilos
(Who that bangin' on the door?)
I don’t even know cause the nigga put his finger on the peephole
I ain't even answer the door
Boom, boom, boom keep bangin' on the door
Bow, bow, bow, gloww, get away from the door (get away)