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on the moon?" (Who)
They like, "Who that man on the moon?" (Who)
Spaceship
Spaceship
Got it from the dealership (Aye)
Had no tools on me
I was ill-equipped
Look

they remember me
I keep da tool nowadays you play send shots to your memories
This shit fu nowadays these niggas Out doing anything
Gotta be kool

I wanna see your body moves
I wanna control every tool
Ohh girl i got one question 
And this on is for you 
Do you like this too
Im gonna hold your

You know I got new money
Got that blue money
Water on me that’s tsunami
Yeah that’s tsunami
Brother he got that tool on him
And he might shoot

Baby I got my eyes on you
You just a tool for me to use
Baby I got my eyes on you
You just a fool I pity you
Baby I got my eyes on you
You just

She brings her tool belt down from the highest coma
The pointiest cloud 
Drags it down like a parachute from a tree
Like all day rain
Like wet shoes

and turned you to ah tool
Your ex mad now cuz someoNe loves you for you
You ain’t gotta stress now baby that nigga is old news
Put me oN her list she’s

I was raised up thuggin, nigga ain't scared of nothin
Got da tool on me, U a fool homie, run up and I'm bustin
I was raised in da trap
Gettin money

yo crew
I say what I mean and I mean what I do
Stay one deep got trust issues
Gotta keep a damn tool if you slack then you lose
In these streets can't

Lets Go
Skii you made this?
Said you was hard but nigga you capping
Keep me a tool cause niggas be lacking
Folding that nigga just like he a napkin

me in two
Who knew I'd go and fuck it up like I do
Can't beat my moves
Can't get beat by moods, Can't defeat you
Insecurities, ain't really prove I was

chips we won't talk at all
I'm like
Roll with my tool
Bitches call me dad got my robe like I'm Hugh
Ian calling back when I roll with my crew
Nigga ima

I ain't even gotta say shit
I'm straight into it
Gang in this bitch don't act a fool in here
Better quit that muggin' my lil shotta snuck that tool in

want I hold the tools
Cant put your hands on me, I know my rules, I know your laws
I know every loophole you throw at me, read every clause
Step in

still ask why
I could have a crown
Would I still wanna die
Who'd stand by my side
I'm still asking why
You gave me your world
In the middle of my war
Who

confuse me, yo race hit niggas
 My lane, my tool, my range my rules

I had a lot of grief in my years
No liquor no weed, and I started Off well
Made a lot

and pick the tool up
And lately they dont feel me they dont do much
So im packing like a field trip or a school lunch
For that backend Id go hard and pick

eye
Now, I see bigger picture years have gone by
Still injured keep hustling staying on my grind
Close my eyes, just let time flies
Remember I've

I gotta get it regardless
Call UNICEF cause I'm starving
Took all my tools and I sharpened
Call the bros if it's war not the army
Swerving through

The objective world is given in the practice introduced by the tool
But in this practice man
Who makes use of the tool
Becomes a tool himself
He

Red dot green beam take ya dome off
Don't record me bitch turn the phone off
Ridin' round up the tool let the chrome off
Pussy nigga pointing fingers

Yeah (yeah)
When I'm walking round the room
Everybody keep a tool on them
That's the move
Bitches wanna be cool with me
That ain't cool
Flawless

this shit
I might need a couple tools if we go thru with dis
Copped a few g's just for u baby so do the rest
Yungin with no heart I keep ah pistol by my

to last
Keep that in mind come on
Making my Money Moves
Win or lose
Ain't got no time to sing the Blues
I got the tools in range
Choose your pain
Use your