Tool Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
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