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Track: Tommy
Artist: Nettspend
Album: BAD ASS F*CKING KID

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Name: Nettspend
Spotify Genres: underground hip hop, rage rap
Followers: 327,187
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Gunner Shepardson (born 2007), professionally known as Nettspend, is an American rapper and songwriter. He gained popularity after a snippet of his song, "Drankdrankdrank", went viral on Twitter in late 2023.

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Release: Nettspend - BAD ASS F*CKING KID
Year: 2025
Genres: Hip Hop
Styles: Trap

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LYRICS

High off my feet, Tommy, I don't know
And she was street slimy, I ain't know (Rok on the track, yeah)
Touch your toes, oh-oh-oh
Pour some more, ah, ah
I suppose, uh
I, I know, high off my feet, Tommy, I don't know
And she was street slimy, I ain't know
So we geek up and fuck, oh
I left for dead, but she made a pact for us
And she pullin' tarots, I think I would get blessed
And I won't let 'em bury me, son, "Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah" (Nah, nah)

My lil' shit dressed like she a tomboy
At a Gucci store, and I'm like, "Where the Tom Ford?"
I try explore all the things, I want more
I try explain how I feel, but I just feel it in my core
AP Skele' on my fist, no Rolex
And I took a picture with you 'cause you earned it, uh
Ayy, pop that— (Lamb') ayy, pop that pill, you might just lose your focus (Ew)
I'm in my bag, buyin' bags for my purses
I'm a bounty hunter, stray rats, looking for that fucking snitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Snitch, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)

Touch your toes, oh-oh-oh
Pour some more, ah, ah
I suppose, uh
I, I know, high off my feet, Tommy, I don't know
And she was street slimy, I ain't know
So we geek up and fuck, oh
I left for dead, but she made a pact for us
And she pullin' tarots, I think I would get blessed
And I won't let 'em bury me, son, "Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah" (Nah, nah)