Old Tooskii Lyrics

This that blow ah nigga brain then pop outside music

Hell naw, chillin' in that whip just while you ride music

C'mon

It's that blow ah nigga brain then pop outside music

Bitch, you ain't never shot a gun so why the fuck you makin' slide music

Turn your lo on, I spin down and then I slide to it

Pop a four, then pop a five to it

You fuck around and add it up, I add it up and then add nine to it

You know how I do it

Tag a nigga with my bullet, then I told him you it

Money, what I talk, I'm talkin' money, bitch, I'm real fluid

Got a old head, I call him Pill, do it

Cause I give him pills and he will do it, fuc the clear mag

I drop the clip, then put the steel to it

Hit up UPS to grab the pack, I got the seal thru it

Damn, Tooskii , why you on that old flow

Bitch, I ain't hangin' with no bums, nigga, that's my old bro

You keep braggin' bout that pussy, nigga, that's my old ho

I don't care, I don't care, man, that's what I told bro

I don't care, I don't care, man, that ain't my mojo

I told my dukes this was a Lyft , naw, this shit a stolo

Was finna' send this verse out, but now this bitch a solo

Then put some money on his head, then got it back like yo-yo

Oh them niggas want me dead, I'm livin' life like YOLO

Game pigeon, when we slide, I hit him back like yo-go

Woulda put a tag on yo' toe, but it was yo' brother

Shoulda gave you belt like yo' fuckin' mother

Man, I love this bitch, she ate the dick like no fuckin' other

And I love this bitch, she let me fuck without the fuckin' rubber

Ain't goin' back and forth with no fuckin' bitch

Go grab yo' fuckin' bubba, that's how you make the chopper studder

The way I make my bullets rain, man, you ain't ready for this thunder

Lil' ho ask me for a gift, I told the bitch to look on Tumblr

Told your mans he a suite, why that ho tel (hoe tell)

I'm the cheese man, cheese touch, I'm like Rotel

Pourin' four lines, out the pint in a propel

Loc he gotta half a pound of shake, and it won't sell

Told his ass to mix it with the bud, and they won't tell

I need cash or cash app, bitch Ion want zale

Brody gettin' robbed by the punks, cause he don't want hell

My bitch pussy, ushy, gushy, gushy, shit you won't smell

One-seven on that fuckin' scale, shit I won't sale

Unky taught me sellin' by the bell, I don't want no L's

Bitch, I'm blowin' big backwoods, I don't want no tails

I can Count it with my eyes closed, man, the money brail

Money gettin' old as hell, why the fuck this shit so pale

Old bitches killin' too, let me call my grandma Gale

I'm so hot, this shit so fun, bro nem tryna switch my gun

Button and ah body on the Glock, if I get caught, I'm done

Mama told me watch my tongue, she a day care, but on her eye

like baby, watch my son

Ha ha, yeah, she a day care, nut on her eye

Like baby, watch my son

Bitch, let this ho ride out, nigga

Bitch, watch my son, ho

Yeah, yeah, come eat this dick up

On some chill shit like that, too

Cause I ain't even been in this bag, and like, you feel me

You feel me, ina lil minute

And some of this shit just still in the vault, man

You feel me? I'm just on this bitch, on some old shit

For real, for real, talkin' to yall niggas just lettin' this bitch ride out, man

Kno how, the fuck we gettin', man

Yeah, I might fuck around and end up cuttin' the beat

For real, for real, nigga, no cap

Bitch