Wrapped in plastic wraps, bleaches stacked, tools used to extract,
Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track
I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes
Now we are running rap, so fuck all of you tools
I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth
Those tools who think they're better but they never confess the truth
A plumber with the tools, instead of in a cube
Cause i'm a baller all y'all niggas do is block the hoop
Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves
Children in 3rd world countries dying from a lack of medical tools//
And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody
Fear in his eye, his pupils are flooding, his new tools are muddy
But she forgot about the golden rule
Where people spraying their tools, which is playing it cool,
School is for fools, bitches, fags, tools
One time for the girls with the right shoes
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