Old Tooskii

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This that blow ah nigga brain then pop outside music
Hell naw, chillin' in that whip just while you ride music
C'mon
It's that blow ah nigga brain then pop outside music
Bitch, you ain't never shot a gun so why the f*ck you makin' slide music
Turn your lo on, I spin down and then I slide to it
Pop a four, then pop a five to it
You f*ck around and add it up, I add it up and then add nine to it
You know how I do it
Tag a nigga with my bullet, then I told him you it
Money, what I talk, I'm talkin' money, bitch, I'm real fluid
Got a old head, I call him Pill, do it
Cause I give him pills and he will do it, fuc the clear mag
I drop the clip, then put the steel to it
Hit up UPS to grab the pack, I got the seal thru it
Damn, Tooskii , why you on that old flow
Bitch, I ain't hangin' with no bums, nigga, that's my old bro
You keep braggin' bout that pussy, nigga, that's my old ho
I don't care, I don't care, man, that's what I told bro
I don't care, I don't care, man, that ain't my mojo
I told my dukes this was a Lyft , naw, this shit a stolo
Was finna' send this verse out, but now this bitch a solo
Then put some money on his head, then got it back like yo-yo
Oh them niggas want me dead, I'm livin' life like YOLO
Game pigeon, when we slide, I hit him back like yo-go
Woulda put a tag on yo' toe, but it was yo' brother
Shoulda gave you belt like yo' fuckin' mother
Man, I love this bitch, she ate the dick like no fuckin' other
And I love this bitch, she let me f*ck without the fuckin' rubber
Ain't goin' back and forth with no fuckin' bitch
Go grab yo' fuckin' bubba, that's how you make the chopper studder
The way I make my bullets rain, man, you ain't ready for this thunder
Lil' ho ask me for a gift, I told the bitch to look on Tumblr
Told your mans he a suite, why that ho tel (hoe tell)
I'm the cheese man, cheese touch, I'm like Rotel
Pourin' four lines, out the pint in a propel
Loc he gotta half a pound of shake, and it won't sell
Told his ass to mix it with the bud, and they won't tell
I need cash or cash app, bitch Ion want zale
Brody gettin' robbed by the punks, cause he don't want hell
My bitch pussy, ushy, gushy, gushy, shit you won't smell
One-seven on that fuckin' scale, shit I won't sale
Unky taught me sellin' by the bell, I don't want no L's
Bitch, I'm blowin' big backwoods, I don't want no tails
I can Count it with my eyes closed, man, the money brail
Money gettin' old as hell, why the f*ck this shit so pale
Old bitches killin' too, let me call my grandma Gale
I'm so hot, this shit so fun, bro nem tryna switch my gun
Button and ah body on the Glock, if I get caught, I'm done
Mama told me watch my tongue, she a day care, but on her eye
like baby, watch my son
Ha ha, yeah, she a day care, nut on her eye
Like baby, watch my son
Bitch, let this ho ride out, nigga
Bitch, watch my son, ho
Yeah, yeah, come eat this dick up
On some chill shit like that, too
Cause I ain't even been in this bag, and like, you feel me
You feel me, ina lil minute
And some of this shit just still in the vault, man
You feel me? I'm just on this bitch, on some old shit
For real, for real, talkin' to yall niggas just lettin' this bitch ride out, man
Kno how, the f*ck we gettin', man
Yeah, I might f*ck around and end up cuttin' the beat
For real, for real, nigga, no cap
Bitch

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