Lyrics:
on wood
And we've got some tools
Feel the groove
Make a move
Me and you
In a fast car we zoom
My emotions gat me twisted
Now I'm feeling fucking wasted
If
the keys hop up In the v I'm finna slide
I'm outside tonight yes I'm going dummy with the guys
This the move can't forget I gotta bring the tool
If it's cool
wanted for making it big just off all my tools
Now they mad that I made it didn't make many mistakes
Cuz they want to see me fail all up while they was
live ahaha
Wanna live ah
She wanna kid ah
Just know i did ahh
I wanna live ahhhh
Blow his cap back, Fuck the hands
Tool go blat blat Nigga yea
Get her
Bring her to the room
I love my shawty she a 10 and she off the earth
With a little tool
I got my shawty by my side put him off the earth
Making him
you
All the opps always plottin' so I keep me a tool
You fuck with the gang and you know the rules, aye
I'm at your crib, hope you ready to go
Girl I'm
hit the tool and then get out they body
I'll get in the mood to cook some food but gotta smoke exotic
Some niggaz they get on but then they act like
prevent your doom
My mother birthed a nuke there ain't no one that I exclude
I'm firing with my tool screams like sirens of Sirenuse
Just ice on all your
pressure
Gg said we on his ass they blocked the front, we flanked the back
Punch'em up dont act tough by yo lonely now you know its that
Since you think you
Yeah, uhh (Yelp Yelp Yelp) ok ok (I got you, forreal)
I'm smoking on a backwoods (lil backwoods) gripping on a tool
I can't trust a damn soul, but
That I ain’t goin’ for the bullshit
Baby needed fixin’ imma pull up with the tool-kit
Yeah
We was thuggin’ we the nuisance
Blew the nigga brains out
Now
Suspicion is a tool, to confiscate your mind again
There so called truth, derisive default
Brought to misguide
They’re right and wrong, all
to exploit and conform it to yourself
Cause your net worth is now not the value that you bring
No its a graph dictated by your trending history
Novelty and sex
I don't wanna bring harm but that's
What I might just do
Keep fucking with me and you can
Come and meet my tool
Meet my tool you fucking fool
Being
ride me like I'm Ferris
Gotta keep my mind right these blessings I try to cherish
I'm not a lover but I love like one
Gotta keep a tool I don't flex it
with the tool yeah yeah
I'm high on the moon popping shit like a balloon, dripping like I'm a typhoon yeah
Water be dripping don't care I'm like who,
She wanna hang with the goons
She wanna party midnight till noon
She wanna play with my tool
Wanna rock all my jewels
She wanna see a different life
prophecy
Secrets of untold wisdom
Too deep to comprehend
Tools crude but instrumental
Help unearth these artifacts
They're left here for a reason
So great I
We gonna play dirty, unloading the 30
You know we gon' pull up with tools (bow bow)
We stacking the money, not tryna be funny
Can't hang with us if
The mind is a tool
That we work with the focal
Refined, reproduced
And made heard
Through the vocal
Insight is improved through
Immersing in soul so
Yeah, yeah
It's me on the beat by the way you know what I mean
I'm trapped in my room sweeping tears with a broom (Yeah)
I gave her my heart like we
shit gon' get you doomed boy
You know what it is I got the tool boy
Yeah walking it out I can not stay in a box
Yeah I'm kicking that shit like UK
Money
try to give me hell stop looking away
Dear judge I'm stuck with no tool
Just tryna play it safe not just cuz its cool
I can't get my shirt wet just got
the fair
I got money everywhere
We ride wit tools like some pros
Lowest ticket I suppose
Innovating wit my bros
Finna blow and they kno
What you dont kno
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