Lyrics:
Ima hit 'em with dem tools
Come and get 'em (Come and get 'em)
Sweep the block body's drop who ever sent 'em
Get 'em with dem tools
Who ever with em
teeth into the neck of the net.
It’s a kitten tool,
It’s a beaver tool,
It’s a foxy tool,
It’s my doggy tool.
Anatomic anatomic,
Like it’s real like
Big stepper you can't fill out my shoes
I takeover a jungle even the zoo
Like it is autumn I know I'm to cool
I grab on the mic like it is a tool
Big
and make it start to rain
Blowing smoke out the window when i pull up
Warm as fuck get your wool up
I got a cool touch
With the tool tucked like Tim the tool
i'm clutchin' the tool
(I'm clutchin' the tool, bitch)
Don't know what to do, yeah
He tried to diss, I'm like "Who?"
(Who the fuck is you, bitch?)
Humans are tools and tools are
Meant to be used, yeah, yeah
Don't, don't lie to me
Don't, don't, don't cry to me yeah
Don't, you'll forget me
Don't, don't,
with that tool
Sliddin with that tool
Hadda switch up how I move
Show you how to move
Do you love me or you hate nah don't act confused
N**** actin like
up
Python
Python
Python
Gotta python
Python
Python
Python
Gotta python
Tool belt
Tool belt
Tool belt
Got the tool belts
Tool belt
Tool belt
Tool belt
I got red on my Glock 9 that's a bloody tool
I got red on my Christian Lous these some bloody shoes
I got red on my jean U's these some bloody Trues
Can't trust nobody
Can't trust myself
I keep that tool up
Under my belt
Watch how you talk
Watch how you step
Don't make no moves
I'll never
Red (Red)
Is the colour of sex (Sex)
And if it's not like nothing, they're gonna tell you something
Mind (Mind)
Is a powerful tool (Tool)
And when
was yesterday, yesterday
Believed I was understanding
Believed I gave you all the tools
I Believe I made the perfect rules
Believed I was understanding
Ridin' with my tool stocked
Who shot
Eighth up in my tube socks
Smoking til' my lungs are black and blue
Bum biddy bum, bum biddy bum bay
Bu-bum
You don't wanna see me when I'm Volatile
Do what Imma have to do to get thru
You don't wanna see me when I'm Volatile
Use whatever tools it takes
I'm known to pull up
Big tool on me I feel like Anini
Big scope on me ain't non of you see me
None of you niggas and not of you opps can reach me
Stale off the boat
Mismatched outfit with a luggage unfit
Stale off the boat
Got my tool kit with a juggled permit
Stale off the boat
Mismatched
my before we got to the furniture outlet
Cow tools
Cow tools
Cow tools
Cow tools
See her down the isle
Let her walk a little while
Don't act like you
Chorus 1
Ya know a nigga grew up in dem streets (In them streets)
Ya best to keep yo tool up in dem streets (In them streets)
Da sidewalk always
Walk into the bank with a choppa four-five
Tell a bitch get down, before pussy hoe die
Catch me breaking in the safe
I up the tool, then let off five
gouge out your eyes
you better believe I will take the victory
Fools drop your tools
I have blood to spare
Drop your tools
You will feel this hate
Drop
got no stylist, I ain't got no set (Eww, what)
I ain't got no stylist, I ain't got no set
Bitch you wanna tool up, sip that wocky boo, yeah (Molly Boo)
slurpin')
You fuck with me then you late (you late)
Cool, I was in the school with a tool
(the tool)
Remember when I pour a first move (move)
First gun was
May we not be too
Too busy for God
May we not be too
Too busy for God
Business can become a tool
The enemy's tool to steal from you
Business can
Walked on the beach and met Jane n Marie
Feeling like Dexter
Ooh without the Dee Dee
All in my laboratory
Load up the tools, I'm blabbing these stories
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