•+• Lyrics

I be moving with the tools, I don't listen to the rules, money makin gotta choose

Times hard gotta do

What the fuck you gotta do

My emotions don't approve

No more questions bout the food

Everybody gotta lose

Win again you disapprove

Haters plotting on yo move

Keep it coming like a zoom

Snipe shots at the moon

Play games on you fools

You shitty niggas really poo

I'm number one you number 2

Piss poo, Ima goon

Sweep change with the broom

Put my brain in a tomb

Rock a chain let me groove

Drop from the top Ina chute, I just came from the dudes

Who told me keep it cool

Nigga bout to get some loot

I don't play with the tools

Fortnite who is you

I don't gotta fucking prove

What the fuck I'm bouta do

You people stay talkin

Stop all the bitching, you niggas ain't walkin

Run to a check, I'm not drinkin no coffee

My girl got ass, you know she be joggin

Hitting them squats and gettin me horny

I'm the one who sound right

I'm the one who sound hype

This a Kodak type beat lockjaw you sound bite

You don't know what I feel, so short but sound hype

Bitch riding on my dick, loud like a quad bike

Who ever knew that this youngin was go make a sound nice

Jumping jack on the dick yeah that's that ground height

Nigga stand 5'8, nigga what it sound like

You know I sport, on the court, I be on the time right

On track like a college, goin to school is alright

I be knighting with no armor, in the day I'm all bright

Ima 7 who like heaven, I guess you don't want fight

From the New Orleans where the crawfish poo is beverage,

Break a shell just like a levee

Hoes would fuck you and be careless

They go low but don't got leverage

Ima Libra I can tell it

Keep your balances in check &

Make yo money, don't be scary

You not fly you just a fairy

She got water like a ferry

I'm not Santa but she merry

Tasting sweet like a berry

Do not ask me cause I'm very

Into this, my mental carry

Booku thoughts, projecting that hood shit

Not from the projects but I'm on that bull shit

Im speaking real, the circle the bullpit

Talkin bout football, you that I does this

Youngin got big, remember that lil kid

Who was just movin his feet like a whirlwind

You don't watch Naruto, they just want pull me

Down to the ground, so low of the rudeness

I got more leverage, them bitches be movin

Women don't like it when you don't be groovy

They got more options but barely be choosin

I put my stick on the head she say oowee

Point the dick at her face just like a movie

Shootin, if she don't want cum, I'm losin

I aphrodisiac rightin my foodies

I don't eat ass, no face on the booty

I just want lips, and hips and Coochie