Key Glock - Toolie lyrics

[Intro] Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah (Cldhrt/CLDHRT) Yeah [Chorus] Ayy, before I brush my teeth, I grab my motherfu*kin' toolie (Yeah) I be gettin' money, money what I be pursuin' (Yeah) I'm 'bout a check for real, yeah, these other ni**as goofy (Goofy ass ni**as) I'm still the same ni**a, I'm just ridin' in a new Benz/whip (Skrr) [Post-Chorus] Yeah, I keep that Waka Flocka Flame up on me, oh, let's do it (Let's do it) I never fu*ked with tattletales, I never ran with loose lips I never been the type to talk about it, b*tch, I do this Yep, I'm the one they talk about, but ni**as ain't gon' do sh*t (Uh-huh) [Verse] These ni**as artificial, yeah, they fake (Yeah) And these ni**as pay for pussy, and Lord know I can't relate (Right) Yeah, you know I'm on the Paper Route, these ni**as in the way Yeah, we do whatever we wanna do, my ni**a, I can't complain (Damn) Ayy, I ain't got sh*t else to buy, so I'm finna go cop that Wraith (Ayy) Yeah, I can't beef about these b*tches, type of games that I don't play (Ayy) Yeah, I'm one flyest, cold ass ni**a, I tote seven-eleven bar this [?] (Ayy) And when I had made my first million, I ain't gon' lie this sh*t felt great (Yeah, yeah), ayy (Yeah) My double R truck still [?], just like a tank (Yeah, yeah, yeah), ayy These ni**as wanna be like Glock, but know they can't (Yeah, yeah, yeah), ayy Say you gonna do what? Boy, no, you ain't (Yeah, yeah, yeah), ayy You must be gettin' too high, the fu*k you think? (Ayy) My shooter shootin' sh*t up, boy, ain't blinkin' (Yeah) This world is cold as fu*k, yes sir, this heater be my blanket (Bah) Yeah, I still don't trust these b*tches, Lord knows that these hoes be janky (Yeah) I just looked up in the mirror (Yeah), and told that ni**a, "You that ni**a, ni**a, face it" (A ni**a's out) [Chorus] Ayy, before I brush my teeth, I grab my motherfu*kin' toolie (Yeah) I be gettin' money, money what I be pursuin' (Yeah) I'm 'bout a check for real, yeah, these other ni**as goofy (Goofy ass ni**as) I'm still the same ni**a, I'm just ridin' in a new Benz/whip (Skrr) [Post-Chorus] Yeah, I keep that Waka Flocka Flame up on me, oh, let's do it (Let's do it) I never fu*ked with tattletales, I never ran with loose lips I never been the type to talk about it, b*tch, I do this Yep, I'm the one they talk about, but ni**as ain't gon' do sh*t (Uh-huh)