Lyrics:
let me see everybody do this
Hey! Let's go! (Hey)
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see you do it (ayy)
Let me see
let me see everybody do this
Hey! Let's go! (Hey)
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see you do it (ayy)
Let me see
Power
Nigga who gon stop me
Devour
I'm stacking all of the bodies
Howler
My wolves are up and they ready
Louder
I keep a tool and it's heavy
Power
Nigga
a check that set that and wet that
Puss I'm a wreck that gamble we can bet that
Raise me met that lose I collect that
Tools I can get that rules don't
dem a stitch fi di gun
Boy stop from fool wid di gun
Shoot up a school wid di gun
Nah guh by nuh rule wid di gun
Teef a trade man tool wid di gun
Likkle
a bitch named, Nina and Nina so slutty
Cuz she would do him and
Every one of his buddies
We put them drinks down and
Pick them tools up
And if dude trippin
Half way through the year
And it's all become clear, all I've done
Is half-bake ideas
Seems time goes by
In the blink of an eye
When you're basing
King Tatie
This bar is closed down
I’m closing pro-tools
I'm bouncing this track down
I'm in a physical mind zone
Lyrical psycho
I get more likes
Let’s do it
“Brendy in the booth”
I said don’t you waste my time
You said everything would be fine
Now look how many months have gone by
You didn’t
all the p's yes that's my illness
Blowing this tool while she blowing me kisses
Call her darling yea she is my mistress
She's into fitness just look her
Book a room
Book a room
Book a room
You a tool
You gone lose
You gone lose
Book a room
Devin booker with a fuckin tool
Jason mask, a machete too
Uhh uh avoid retro
Nigga yeen no fool
Better keep shit cool
Don't change my mood
Might fuck around and up my tool
Nigga yeen no fool
Better keep
Yeah, I be ridin' late at night
Got two bitches by my side
And they came with extra sides
Told my homie, come and slide
You can barely even see
Cause
smokin' hella trees By the White House
Knowin' Joe smellin' purple leaves in the White House
Me and bruh smokin' hella trees By the White House
Tool, tool
Looked down on by the face of authority
Those who suffer from their lies are the silent majority
What is the key to a major change
Or has it been
people concerned
'Cause they know our return is confirmed by holding a gun firm
What's that in the distance?
You fucked slums raw 'til they gave birth
zoom into that war paint sensation
Take Me to the basement
Lets dis-sable the cause rotation
Sayin, if you choose to build or you'll die by the tools you
of the tools to break down my spirit
Why’d I let you
Why’d I let you
Lied and left me
Only loved my body
Now I’m lonelier with you
Lonelier with you
Than by
when I'm bootin' up (booted up)
I'm stiff in the club, can't loosen up
Let my Glock in, motherfucker, got tool tucked
My niggas shoot shit, my niggas
by the ceilings
No ass shots, I can tell, I could feel it
And I heard you got hurt, baby girl, I can heal it
And if you need it right now, baby
And appreciative of the rarity of my existence
'Cause I got chillin' by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I
Stay by my lonely fool
Cuz everybody else Fu
Don't wanna use this tool
Can't run up or I'm poppin you
Yo folks gon need a casket soon
Fo actin tough
how we bomin’ thru
Never lack bitch I’m surrounded by a bunch of tools
If I hit you with this chop it ain’t getting up
Bullets hit yo stomach now you
escape it
It eats you up
Corrupts your mind
Makes you hollow
Thine sweetened chants corrupt my mind
Thy frame is blinding me like flames
Unsighted by your
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