Lyrics:
All of these bitches that be around me it fell like a loop
All of my Brodies gon ride with me and we keep a tool
You hear my exhaust
I got a new whip
a tool
Ya nigga me too
Pull up in a 2 do coupe
Woah
Never should have dropped outta school
You a fool
I was riding around feeling so cool
Picked it up
a tool
I'm fucking disposable
Take my life, take my mind, throwaway, usable
Take my heart, take my time
Break me with a push or pull
Take my life, take my
Shawty play it cool, just play it smooth (yeah)
My brodie he make the news, we makin' moves
Gotta stay up on my tool, got shit to lose
Gotta stay up
no ranking under mikey
1960
Nime shika Black paper ilimbe ya gat
Njoti ndo tool kwenye ngango ya ngat
Iliki kashata makoro kwa shirt
Zime shika na
Was on two
Now three
Damn
I'm on three baby
Ain't gone fold on you
Don't fold on me baby
Blocc stay in order
No glitches
No stumbles
Tools for
with pro tools
I know a nigga who moving them pounds
Know a couple niggas who got their degrees
All of my niggas done came up from nothing
So I'm hoping
ra ra rara ra ra
No ra ra - tools
Rara rara ra
Ra ra ra
Ra ra
Rara ra ra
Ra ra
My phone my rules
Stop smacking in my face
Do I look like I'm Nicki
When I run up I'm blasting that Biggie
Give me the loot, niggas don't want it with crew
Blockboy I'm dancing with tools
They study my moves
Niggas
Too Hot
I'm too hot gotta cool off
Pop a perk
Then I woooooo walk
Then I go lift the the tool off
I'm too hot gotta cool off
Pop a perk
Then I
Watch out when you're workin' gotta keep an eye on you
We toatin' whenever they're comin' and we're pullin' up with too
Been stackin' hella tools
Ridin round in that coupe yeah
Ridin round with that tool yeah
Ridin round in that ooh yeah
Ridin round with that jewel yeah
Ridin round in that
TV static clouds my sight
Shadows caught me
My oh my
Lemme pool the sound
I might tool these clowns
I might fool around
Am I a fool or clown
TV
talkin' about, Young Tally
The Loc, nigga, don't make me chalk him out
I just hit that bitch and move
I just give that bitch the tools
Runnin around city
eternity
Each is given a bag of tools
A shapeless mask and the book of rules
And each must make his life as flowing in
Tumbling block on a stepping
meetings like a goalie here
Dem man saved couple shots but they couldn't stop that shot
I've got one main tool: my laptop
Let me tell you how man got
tonight
I'm alright, I'm just fine
And you're a tool
So, so what?
I am a rock star
I got my rock moves
And I don't want you tonight
Uh, check my
pool)
Nigga you a bitch, my favorite dish, you nigga's food (nigga's food)
Slide one time then double back with that tool (with that tool)
Watch for
nigga
We be packin' tools, nigga, don't get screwed, nigga
Red beams on the gun and they aimed at you, nigga
We be packin' tools, nigga, don't get
Rigor mortis sets in, achieving thrills
The doctor is in
Thrusting tools incyst
Our minds are tools that wreck
The bonesaw abused
Your spleen
tonight
I'm alright, I'm just fine
And you're a tool
So, so what?
I am a rock star
I got my rock moves
And I don't want you tonight
Uh, check my
Tool of a dagger's drawn world
Jackknife Johnny, them old vets gotta hate you
For bringing home that V.C. girl
Jackknife Johnny, welcome to our world
eternity
Each is given a bag of tools
A shapeless mask and the book of rules
And each must make his life as flowing in
Tumbling block on a stepping
don't lack, I got my tool (you know I got my tool)
Shawty new-new, I want her friend too (she new-new)
That's a new coupe, I drive on jiggaboos (on X
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