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Sniper Gang - Love My Toolie (Audio)
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[Verse 1]
Hey, Petho, stop playin' with that motherfuckin' gun, man
What the fuck, man
Since you got that motherfucker, you can't put that bitch down
[Verse 2]
Petho, he just keep on playin' with the ratchet
Use to catch me with the **** that I knew from back then
Gotta keep my brother with me, yeah, that's all that matters
Mister flipper, he gon' flip me like a Krabby Patty
[Verse 3]
I love this toolie
She's such a cutie
Big ol' booty
Cock it, shoot it
[Verse 4]
Look at my swag, yeah
Poppin' them tags, yeah
Doing the dash, makin' 'em mad
Pickin' up back end
[Verse 5]
My life like magic
Pull up and blast kid
I'm really a savage
I keep it a thousand K
Deeper than Amazing Grace
[Verse 6]
These **** gay
I can see the hate from a mile away
I might get your bitch
Skeet all in her face
[Verse 7]
All us fuck with quarters
We don't fuck with diamonds
If you ain't talkin' money, please don't hit my line
Got that cannon beatin' like it's drum line
[Verse 8]
Twisting thirteen six till the death of me
Caught our flag and it spun out boy
Like a bummer bee
Took all four, fled like a tranny
Speedy Gonzales, call that boy a beep beep
[Verse 9]
Ain't talkin' chicken, but I'll hit you with a three piece
I keep that pistol hidden right here where my dick be
How do you like my watch
Leave a **** trippin'
Runnin' with that mach
Catch a **** slippin'
[Verse 10]
Eighteen hundred block
Bitch you down how I'm livin'?
I'm takin' my **** to the lot once he get out prison
I'm rockin' blue and red, I ain't blood or I ain't crippin'
I'm rockin' blue and red, ****, hate is independence
[Verse 11]
Twenty six thirteen six, we ridin' with thirty clips
But I keep sixty now, I gotta be sure and shit
Lay stacks in front of me now 'cause I be hearin' shit
My **** my enemy now, be thinkin' 'bout hurtin' him
[Verse 12]
Yeah, ****, you gon' cuff her, I'm gon' pass that
I feel like Cam right now, I'm fuckin' the bad brat
WD-40, ****, I'm smokin' gas packs
Fuckin' these birds like I'm a bad black fat cat
Gettin' the cheese like I'm a mad black lab rat
Yeah, I just sent my mama that shit through cash app
[Verse 13]
Thumbin' through checks, hey
Put it on necks, hey
Pullin' on stolen lex's
Gotta tell like we mad at the ref, hey, hey
[Verse 14]
Don't fuck for checks
Pop pussy and give her some neck
I got a check
That I'm willing to put on your neck, hey
[Verse 15]
No need to flex
Got it off the muscle, all night without rest
I just made my respect
That man with respect, or draw down with this TEC
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