Toolie Freestyle

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(Aye, les go)

Just another track yea you know I'm finna kill it
We ain't lackin' over here nah we gotta stay wit it
Bullshit apology don't give me pity
Stop sayin' you want smoke, send shots at ya fitted

Toolie a magician make the opp disappear
I'm sippin' dirty double cup ain't sippin' beer
Breakin' in windows make sure the coast clear
You ain't ever lost your hearing from shots behind your ear

(Damn)

She get all horny listening to my voice
Hustlin' hard bitch I don't have a choice
Betta watch how you talk, we no lil boys
XDs and some Glocks I treat em like toys

Most of you niggas ain't ready for that story
You cap in your raps your life really boring
I'm whippin' this Hyundai just like it's a foreign
If you stay sleepin on me, stop snorin'

And I don't do this shit just to look cool
I been writing these rhymes in class bitch f*ck school
Thick bitch hit me up sent emojis with drool
She wanna check out my strokes, I dive in her pool

She wanna ride this dick after she chew on it
She saw the MCM filled up wit blue hunnids
Got a white shirt and I might just put you on it
He don't like my chains they make his bitch do some (woah)

She complimentin' my coat, Moncler
Paying attention to folks they stare
Grabbing your girl by the throat or the hair
I'll make that bitch get on all fours like a bear

Don't give a f*ck bout your pain grab a Perc
Scrubbin' my Jordans they came from the dirt
Dolce & Gabbana belt, Fendi my shirt
I'm standin' 5'4 like Lil Uzi Vert

(Damn)

She gave me head oh my God it's amazin'
Give her that dick im fulfilling her craving
I tell her bend over you see her obeying
Yellow hair, I call that bitch Super Saiyan

(Damn) Ridin' round town wit a Toolie
Big bro got the Mac n it look like a Uzi
Better step back, start praying i dont use it
Know you hearing my flow like how do he do it

That bitch say she hate me she know I'm a dog
I'm in the building with hammers like Bob
I do them donuts until I see fog
Blessing my lungs I smoke green like a frog

I tuck the Glock under my belt goodnight
You wake it up you gon' be in my sights
You could be tall i ain't afraid of no heights
I'll lay your ass down better head to the lights

(Yuh)

Can't trust these hoes so that bitch gotta go
But she riding my dick like a mf'n pro
I'm hearing them sirens I gotta lay low
Feds asking me questions I say i dont know

(Yeah)

I'm inna studio lets get into it
I fucked your lil shorty cause she say you blew it
Lil boy was a rat the whole time and I knew it
That's why i dont f*ck wit y'all boy i aint stupid

Shot my shot at lil shorty she thinkin' I'm cupid
I'm smokin' big gas leave the air all polluted
She tryna head to a lil spot all secluded
Rearranging her guts in the back of a Buick

(Damn)

She say she tryna come sit on my lap
And no need for a rubber I think it's a trap
Y'all finna see me all over the map

(Yeah)

I 'preciate when a fan show me love
They know a young nigga fly like a dove
Ima do you like OJ, I don't need a glove
All off of them drugs, put you up above

(Hold on)

Smokin' so much, think I fucked up the ozone
Tryna get icy like that nigga Frozone
Called yo bitch a Uber told her to go home,
Now she tryna call me I said I got no phone
No I won't pick up if it say it's unknown
Move you away from my spot like a tow zone
If you ain't budging we stepping on your bones

Y'all know I mainly be rockin' it solo
Soon enough, y'all finna ask me for photos
She hit my line, I thought that was your hoe though
Shorty on my stick bouncing like a pogo

(Damn)

She curving you niggas , for me she a slut
I call y'all some squirrels you chasing a nut
Me I just ball like some Milwaukee Bucks
And go for that money I don't give no fucks
If you hating on me then I wish you luck
Keep your distance or get smacked like a hockey puck
Finna swim in some money I ain't Donald Duck
I be servin' them plays like delivery trucks

So much smoke inna air I cannot see a thing
My neck & my wrist it got a lil bling
Real shit on me boy don't forget bout the ring
Trying out for police boy you like to sing

And I just want the money don't care what it seems
You gone head to the light 'cause I'm aiming the beam
And you better wake up boy this ain't no dream
F*ck you mean? Bitch

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