Tool lyrics

by

URSXNLY


[Intro]
Ooh, Tash

[Verse 1: URSXNLY]
Catching  hella bodies, don't know the count
I  think its up to 40
Gotta get the money, i have to kill a b*tch, 'cuz
Everythings hella pricey
Gotta  get some jewelry, gotta feed the family
Gotta  get me a new foreign
So you wanna hit a lick
So  you wanna make sh*t?
Aight B, i'm on it
Can't afford these n*ggas, they be hella extra
Gun in my hand i'm shooting sh*t
Blasting  n*ggas with a broken pistol
n*ggas be running Ash Ketchum sh*t
Run up on me like i'm the Forest
URSXNLY, Let my tommy rip
Windows down, windows down
Ima lit 'em up, yeah wait

[Refrain: URSXNLY]
Ooh, wait, yeah
Ima lit 'em up, yeah
Ima lit 'em up, yeah
Ima lit 'em up, yeah

[Verse 2: URSXNLY]
Wait, wait, wait
Brother in the kitchen, whipping and serving, got b*tches on him he do this sh*t
We come around, these n*ggas be b*tching, these n*ggas be pussies, some female sh*t
Thought we was vool, thought we was vool
Why you set me up n sh*t?
I'm too smooth, I'm too smooth
f*ck around fish yo b*tch
Finally got the cheque, didn't do nothing but make some songs and sh*t
Finally got the guap, didn't have nothing had to sell my soul and sh*t
Finally got the cat, i let my nuts out then i hit that b*tch
No i can't stop, ima go hard till i get a brick house and sh*t

[Refrain: URSXNLY]
Ooh, wait
How you do this sh*t?
What? what?
How you do this sh*t?
What? what?
How you do that thing?
Huh? b*tch, i do this sh*t

[Verse 3: Streetz & URSXNLY]
This flow will make 'em testify
Like a school teacher make you test at five
Where i'm from boy its homicide
Its bittersweet so ain't nothing sweet
I'ma vegan boy, you can't give me beef
She not a vegan girl, so she can get the meat
She gon' get to meet, if she can take the meat
She gon testify if i testify, ima make her breed
Ima make her bleed, she gon roll the weed
Ima take the lead, ima take the lead
Ima bust a nut, ima bust a nut
Ima make her eat b*tch , ooh, wait
Ima make her eat, yuh
Ayy, ayy, ayy, wait


[Refrain: URSXNLY & Streetz]
Ooh, always walk around with a tool (tool, tool)
Tryna play me boy i'm no fool (fool, fool)
They don't want my temper, hot, new (new, wait)
So i keep it cool (cool)
Got a short temper (yeah)
I don't need no mental
It's all fake love
View them as (uh)
Yuh, ayy
What'chu doin man, thats my gender

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