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that move bet I bust like tool
In the cut like what finna crush like groove
Kill em on the track with a touch like ooh
Get in tune with a boss tycoon dig

play nice or cutting pipelines
Wanna join da mob stick wit these guidelines
If a nigga catch a foul sit hiem on da sideline
Read his body language watch

they use choppas for tools so much smoke you get faded (Uh)

Cut throat mentality, cutting throats actually many get grated; with not many waited (Uh)

some loose screws, boy you make the wrong move and they nailing with them tools
Sliding with a pipe, I tryna knock that nigga out he shoes
The pack touch

in this bitch
Cutting up with this cutter imma act a fool
Bitch shaking ass in the club clap it like a tool
These niggas music suck, Capping in

they use choppas for tools so much smoke you get faded (Uh)

Cut throat mentality, cutting throats actually many get grated

With not many waited

But so

Louis pajamas but no i ain't fallin asleep
Put the tool in your mouth wanna lie through your teeth
Smoke way too much I forget how to breathe
Don't say

watch make me 
Seen every text that you sent 
Never replied
Bad vibes don't exist
Cutting them ties 
Breaking them bad habits 
Like 
Humping bunnies like

you might have fixed it, cutting scenes in this shit that I might have blistered
Move the bishop straight, fuck the rules
I'm not rook a in this game, I

of the lot put in work up on the low Cheech Dot City always with me man no matter where I go

Lumber jack cutting them Tree I amt fkc around with snow
Catch me

Everything I see
Pain and misery
It's consuming me
I need to be free
Falling on my knees
It's like a disease
Eating me alive
Cutting like a knife
How

watch that mouth of yours
Cutting down a man who's done nothing wrong, is that what you spent all those years honing your skills for
Why I oughta
In my

serve you the tofu
Own all my masters and your master own you
Audio expert you just a pro tool
Funny they copy my old moves ooh
Look I ride waves with my

see the pole

See I just wanna do right, make my Momma proud
But she ain't like me cutting up I was a problem child
And I couldn't say bye to Big Byrd

they have
Cause I feel safe when I'm under attack, back to the wall
They got tools but at least I know that the walls got my back
Fuck it, my tongue

that bitch a body tip

When you living in my life you got yo own rules
Niggas who be talking out they neck ain't got they own tool
How you focused

hurting
They too conditioned
Balanciaga & Gucci merchants
Cutting off the head
Off all these snakes
That's what we do with serpents
It's a fire sale
The way

like yo soul
Then throw yo body in a hole
My bullets hit like lasers
And they shock you like some tasers
Cutting deep just like some razers
Foolin you

Cutting pieces in a line for safety
But only diagonals
And an egg salad sandwich for every single airport

You been fucking with my mind some lately

to this homily. (shh)
The benefit of arts in policy is no anomaly:
Pulling families up out the street; cutting back on repeats.
Don't forget that there’s

the new world take hold!
In a world where old money dissolves
Bitcoin emerges and the game evolves
A spark in the dark rewriting the rules
Cutting through

Condition the mind with invisible cages
Living with trauma through generations
Given these tools for the transformation
Medicine people align and we face this

a rabbit
I need all my money in pallets
I'm cutting up like it Ginsu boy
Make sure the money wrap
Jiu Jitsu boy
Big Bank cut the check and make a stretch
Run

nothing from it but some opps that dun passed
Broke the glass and got a bucket, popped out on a nigga broad day and got the cutting
That's besides the point