[«Tom and Jerry» lyrics]

[Intro: Ato Woody]

Girls and boys, come out to play (come out to play)
Leave your dinner, leave your sleep (leave your sleep)
Come with a whoop and come with a call (with a call)
Got the mandem on the call (go)

[Verse 1: Ato Woody]
I’m really cool with the heat I give you in these bars I mean that none of you
Can do what I actually do, that’s crazy flow
Willing to give my all to the music, cuh that’s only ting that makes me go
You little chit chatters better stay low
When I hear your bars, I’m like «that’s slow»

Party’s done, everybody go home
No man, no I will never go broke
No man no I will never gеt bored, cuh it gives me joy bucking thеse h**s

Gyal-gyal see my post on gram like «wow», she share and like, double tap, that’s facts
Rappers be hatin on me too much, they be callin me butter cuh I spread too fast
Smoke this beat like I’m bunnin js, it’s «A» star cali and the fumes go in and out
Do it for the art and I do it for the streets, I was never chasing clout, no doubt

Snakes in the grass, there’s no one ‘mong you twats that I really can trust
You man there never back your bros and run so fast when the shots get bussed
Chat too much get turned into dust, we gonna fry you man to the crust
Put you lot in a spliff filled to the brim, spark it up then we puff puff pass
[Chorus: Ato Woody]

Girls and boys, come out to play
Moon doth shine as bright as day
Leave your dinner, leave your sleep
Come with fellows out on street

Come with a whoop, and come with a call
Come with a good will or not at all
Got the mandem on the call
They will pop and smoke you all

[Verse 2: Onative]

Figaro, figaro, figaro, I could make money from fucking like gigolos
To overshine me you will need a miracle, hey
Y’all are so similar, please do not say anything, you sound pitiful
How are you all even digital? You know that I was a killer in middle school
So I ain’t got time to mimic you

They really wanted to play with Onative, what a pity?
I could hardly give a fuck about the whole industry and it’s committee
I could hardly give a fuck about a dumb rapper or an old critic
They start to panic when I come like the condom’s off and I hit it (hey)

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
I’m passing all these levels with no codes
I got the power to make you take notes
Call me Sameer cause I’m out of control
I heard your last lines, I admit it
Why do we «ha-ha» when you spit it?
Save all the drama for your bitches
Y’all are just fly bys in this business
Huddle up and plan your mission
Tell me I’m in trouble pay the man a visit
Guarantee you’ll stutter, why’re you being so serious
Didn’t daddy tell you don’t be fucking with no genius? (Clan, clan, clan, clan)

[Verse 3: Ato Woody]
Beefin each other like Tom and Jerry
This shit about to get scary
I got dillemas you can call me Nelly
Don’t even bother come near me

I got some beef like Jerry and Tom
Never knew that but the booth is my home
I’m smoking too much I stay in my zone
You’re cappin all day just leave me alone

I’m buckin your b**ch, she callin me daddy
Met up with the gang and they told me u lackin
Don’t hit up my phone, if you gonna be wassin
Don’t joke with my gs, they are up for the splashings

Ask no questions, hear no lies
You don’t wanna know about me and my guys
Dropping your friends, put them in a spliff kingsize
That’s word to the bigman Drizz, mob ties
[Chorus: Ato Woody]
Girls and boys, come out to play
Moon doth shine as bright as day
Leave your dinner, leave your sleep
Come with fellows out on street

Come with a whoop, and come with a call
Come with a good will or not at all
Got the mandem on the call
They will pop and smoke you all