Tool Lyrics

Racks in the safe, I'm counting my guap, I'm fucking her cake

(Need me the guap)

Up in the clouds, fuck LAS, come down a day

(I swear to God)

Got me a bitch, she quebecois, don't know what she say

(I don't understand her)

Niggas be mad, do what I please, like s'il vous plaît

(Put him on a banner)

Kept me mil, shined cutlery inside of my steak

('Side of my steak)

Whatever they make, I multiply it by 100k

(Multiplicate)

Wherever they stay, we rolling up deep, two shots to the face

(Shots to the face)

No mans sky, but your bitch at my place, like give me some space

Wylin'

Riding with a tool

I'm wylin

Finna act a fool

Wylin

Who the fuck is you

I'm wylin

I don't have a clue, uh

Wylin'

Riding with a tool

I'm wylin

Finna act a fool

Wylin

Who the fuck is you

I'm wylin

I don't have a clue

Put that lil bitch on a banner

My pistol writing love letters

Why would worry 'bout pussy niggas if I knew that I was always better

Turn the trap house to a manor

Sleep right next to the brain matter

All of these niggas been fake for a while, I see right through all of these actors

I just been off my face

I don't got shit to say

Maybe it's just a phase, but I cannot change shit anyway

Get the fuck out my way

Counting my Frito Lay

I don't care if you stay, shit, I know I made it, making plays

Wylin'

Riding with a tool

I'm wylin

Finna act a fool

Wylin

Who the fuck is you

I'm wylin

I don't have a clue, uh

Wylin'

Riding with a tool

I'm wylin

Finna act a fool

Wylin

Who the fuck is you

I'm wylin

I don't have a clue

Wylin'

Riding with a tool

I'm wylin

Finna act a fool

Wylin

Who the fuck is you

I'm wylin

I don't have a clue, uh

Wylin'

Riding with a tool

I'm wylin

Finna act a fool

Wylin

Who the fuck is you

I'm wylin

I don't have a clue