Tommy's Interlude - JT Soul, Tri$ Thomas

Young Tri$ Thomas with them bands in his pocket

With them xans finna pop 'em

Finna land from his rocket

Young Tri$ Thomas with them bands in his pocket

Got the xans finna pop 'em

Finna land from his rocket

Young boy on his U.S. shit

Got the world on this huge ass dick

Got your girl finna do that shit

I walk around like who that bitch

Got dawgs trying to move that brick

I’ll never go broke since I hit that licl

Fuck rap I don’t need that shit (Forreal)

I ain’t playin', what you Saiyan, on vegeta shit

If I ever get caught then I plead the fifth

We them dogs all them boys hard to handle

Got dope in kitchen like whippin' out the bando

Now we pushin' grand pianos

Young JT be the man

Young JT be the man though

Young Tri$ Thomas with them bands in his pocket

With them xans finna pop 'em

Finna land from his rocket

Young Tri$ Thomas with them bands in his pocket

Got the xans finna pop 'em

Finna land from his rocket

You ain’t never seen a motherfucker flex like me

In a fresh white tee

Supreme is the team dog I’m slumped off the lean

C’est la vie

Bitch get like me

ODDIO is the team and we ain’t even sleep

Bitch get like me

I’m on a road to the golden planet

Ive been on a mission I ain’t even plan it

I’m up in space dog I’m with the stars

I’m trying to escape all the cars and broads

It’s lift off

I’m on my way back home

Trying to get some signal I can’t get it no, no, no

I blew it all

My heart and my love

The drugs took me over

I got lost in the mud

I got lost in mud

I got lost in the drugs

I got lost in the love

I got lost in the lust

I ain’t even supposed to be here

God tell me do you hear me

Young Tri$ Thomas with them bands in his pocket

With them xans finna pop 'em

Finna land from his rocket

Young Tri$ Thomas with them bands in his pocket

Got the xans finna pop 'em

Finna land from his rocket

God tell me do you hear me