Lyrics:
If you cannot carry your weight I'm cutting you loose
You don't need me I don't need you and I was never there to please you
Stuck to the game like
And last week we was cutting up at the video shoot
You see shit still the same that's what them videos do
They wanna know why I do what I do
Why I think
On the interstate, hanging out the window, cutting up
If it's up, then it's stuck, ain't no ifs, ands, or buts
Baby said she a slut, put a pill in her butt
Let's enjoy
Irie sounds, Yah
Yo, it's getting crazy in this motherfucker, yo
We should just go over there and take our, take our tools on them
And just start,
Imma band up
I'm in the whip
I'm cutting up
Where's a band aid
I needa band up
On the mic
Lando
Imma Playboi
Like Bando
That's yo girl?
Damn bro
You
fuck with me I might see you soon
I might act goofy but i ain't no fool
You need a wepon but I dont needa tool
Killin my body im taking you too
I love
go again
Then we go again
Put my soul on the track, now I'm running game
Her new boyfriend a tool, he a fuckin lame
I got rid of my heart, so I feel no
phases
Man on the moon, I might brandish a tool and just vanish to prove that these constructs
Ain't what you make them I break in and place the crux
the guap tryna exercise
That's leg day and chest no lie
That's triceps when I'm cutting it right
I had to make it out the dirt
Like Ryan Dungey I'm tryna
Wind bites at my soul
Though it's become
just an empty shell
So, there is nothing...
I feel a pulsing heat
A primal call
through this cutting cold
like a bean now
My wrist to impossible
Cops behind she hide the tool
Bitches I got multiple
Know my cups they come in two
Money stuck on me like glue
I
might be master of none
But you wrote the book on saving a buck
You say your belt gets lonely
Without holding up your tools
You better to call up your
Listen here, listen here
Tomorrow is the first day of the year
So cut the work that can't be done
You're either cutting all that work or you won't
The undercover rich, haters loving it, watch the hell King Tut with it
Queen's, bathtubbing it, my diamond's cutting it
Sharp and on point, fuck the tricks
Queen's, bathtubbing it, my diamond's cutting it
Sharp and on point, fuck the tricks of the government
Money rules the world, watch my people suffering
with it
Queen's, bathtubbing it, my diamond's cutting it
Sharp and on point, fuck the tricks of the government
Money rules the world, watch my people
cutting school all day!"
You're damn right I'm truant
All emcees repeat after me
Or you can catch a gasface fuckin with V
A-S-T A to the I to the are
with more jealousy
I give a bullet and begin to do the fool like I do that vatos mine
To the night with a sight when
I look the moon is full and get tool
or so it seems
And you either sewing seams or cutting 'em
Dudes that'll kill for you and still don't know your government
But know the way you fuck
the paper like shears
That’s why they call me fu scissor hands
Cause I been cutting shit up for years
When it comes to beats, lyrically I’m all terrain
Spit
combatted ? tool is hand to hand
Understands the one who wins will still be standin' in the sand
Fills competitors with lead as blood splatters on the fans
with the torture tools
but be sure
you're not the only one
the big welcome party just began
you are blindfolded
defenseless against pain
you realize
to murder me a few so
I wouldn't take a minus
Break and bury all tools
Putting that behind us
Keep the new choppers close, blanket to Linus
Charlie Brown
Reading metal quarry, protest
Advanced professional business
Chartered soap opera
Voltage some ill fabrication
Tool and single supply, power
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