Lyrics:
one two three four five six seven eight hoes trynna link,
I got one two three four five six seven eight hoes trynna link, okay
Come her baby I love
every payday at the same watering hole
They give me pills for the pain and I'm back on the tools
Been six months since mum and dad called me a fool
Bank
switches singing like that forty-five got big D
Yea diamonds on my ears and in my nose I'm rocking AP's
I can spend about a rack or two all by myself
Rest in
My shadow
My shadow
Change is coming
Now is my time
Listen to my muscle memory
Contemplate what I've been clinging to
Forty six and two ahead
Stole the golden fleece with the culture of
Total nobodies earth lies divided by fighting
Tribes all we do is watch em
Waddle back and forth lighting
nicks went for 20 down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock 19 for casket and flower moves
For chumps tryin' to stop my flow
And what
booed up like Ella Mai
And ain't no doubt she gone let me Pu Insai
Nine, six, seven, two, oh
She know the deal she go with the flow
Chilling in Uka with
booed up like Ella Mai
And ain't no doubt she gone let me Pu Insai
Nine, six, seven, two, oh
She know the deal she go with the flow
Chilling in Uka with
booed up like Ella Mai
And ain't no doubt she gone let me Pu Insai
Nine, six, seven, two, oh
She know the deal she go with the flow
Chilling in Uka with
night I freestyle on Pro Tools (Freebase)
Tell Flex come to the A we'll carjack (Freebase)
Him by one of them raggedy ass old school (Freebase)
I don't
titties are pretty
I ain't no hell kitty got the blicky bitch I be wit it
I never flipped a burger or no chicken just flipped the spinach
Forty by
Two strangers
1969, that's when I arrived
Little farm in the country, I'm the youngest of five
Mom and dad was always fighting, they couldn't see eye
and Louise
Lemons and corn
Forty buck scam, raspberry pens
Mountains for damn
Mountains for damn
Thiccorita from IKEA
Six limes on the peak
Two rolled off,
about y'all though
Shit I don't do much
[Verse 2]
I roll a L, go in the booth
Spark it up, start blowin the truth
I don't do much, I smoke weed, pop
One million bottle bags count 'em
Think they can bounce the ounce
And it get 'em
Yo black spend two hundred and eighty eight million
Sittin'
ripples, tools big like ?hipple?
It's Tha Liks six baby baby on them nipples'
She just smiled and said 'Ooh you need to quit it'
(Damn bro, all
I pull out wit 6 figures
I can ride alone
By myself I'm a hitta
Buz I'll be the one that gon pull on this trigger
I just hit a lick
For bout 45
shooters while yours on the benches
We playin' with tools, ain't talkin' bout wrenches
I see the opps on they ass and they fender
I mix the bag like
Niggas still write statement, butt drop out of school
All gas no break, ain't playin by the rules
Say, you street then, go grab your tool If not, you gon'
borough
Kidnap ya, tie ya down, drug ya, kiss the girls
Klack automatics no matter the pressure the static, klack
I blow you by two miles, cut my licence
Nash
Let me take it back just for two minutes
Fourteens and the nines, had tools in it
And you notice that it didn’t have windows
That the first fucking
"Pick a fur"
Last night was a blur to me
This mornin' I got two with me
I don't know what to do with me
Goin' ape like the zoo with me
Got a tool
South
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
for chumps tryin to stop my flow
And what they don't know will
I'ma chop out the pen with my crew (crew)
No mechanic, but I keep a tool (ah)
Gunna got hoes by the twos (got hoes by the twos)
Up the stick and don't
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