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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

this
Barbarian
You ask about my nigga with his tool
I'm never cutting you a break
If you keep acting like a fool
Don't get it
I keep telling you again it

bit
Or whole lot
I can settle counting couple Pennie's
But ima get a whole knot
We was cutting Molly with the meth selling little hits
In yo hick town

serve you the tofu
Own all my masters and your master own you
Audio expert you just a pro tool
Funny they copy my old moves ooh
Look I ride waves with my

that bitch a body tip

When you living in my life you got yo own rules
Niggas who be talking out they neck ain't got they own tool
How you focused

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

they have
Cause I feel safe when I'm under attack, back to the wall
They got tools but at least I know that the walls got my back
Fuck it, my tongue

see the pole

See I just wanna do right, make my Momma proud
But she ain't like me cutting up I was a problem child
And I couldn't say bye to Big Byrd

a little bit of money and a
Good amount of patience to relax
Enough to sleep now
You don't gotta worry about a thing trick
I'm good at cutting people off,

this razor
Boy surgery is needed
Like Birdie in the scene when
He was cutting Flip
Who fucking with Machine nigga?

Forty thousand dollar wristwatches

to this homily. (shh)
The benefit of arts in policy is no anomaly:
Pulling families up out the street; cutting back on repeats.
Don't forget that there’s

Gotta keep a tool, they come in handy
OTF, can't switch up on the family
Nutted in her mouth, but that was planned B

I gotta get this shit myself cause

people love it

Salt and pepper I'm still gon push it till it's all gone and I'm left wid nuttin 

If I see fed through the red I'm cutting

I'm in a whip

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

in gettin it
Know that im mixin it
Boy we movin too militant
How they gon keep up
Breakin it down in the Dutch
Keep the tool on the clutch
Cause I

fixing shit, we got them tools And in school I don't follow the rules
And I'm dripping water like I was a po And my neck looking good with these jewels

hopped on the boot
Flame what I spit when 
I hop in the booth
Ride with the tool 
I am not for the youth
Lookin' for percs, like I am a sleuth
I make a hit

like yo soul
Then throw yo body in a hole
My bullets hit like lasers
And they shock you like some tasers
Cutting deep just like some razers
Foolin you

homie the sage and he bringing the tool in

Now they backpedalling
Think I hit 'em with recall
Outta stamina
Sending 'em into freefall
They not fly enough

Ignorance is bliss, but I hate to be clueless

Can't use a tool, when you don't know what the use is
Always walking over me, so I leave them shoeless
What's

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

My whole circle really weightlifters
They know we the ones moving weight  nigga

My everyday tool was a plate
Razor blade and some weight wit it
Niggas

some loose screws, boy you make the wrong move and they nailing with them tools
Sliding with a pipe, I tryna knock that nigga out he shoes
The pack touch

be groupie think that I'm stupid I know they be lying and fake
Don't listen to critics they trying to hate
Don't fall asleep don't hibernate
Cutting