intro
100 round tool, I'm clutching, yeah
Baby, I'm cool, don't trust nobody
I'm too rude, I'm too damn cocky
When Lil Faygo move, they flocking
I gotta shoot, I ain't go no option (brree)
chorus
100 round tool, I'm clutching, yeah
Baby, I'm cool, don't trust nobody
I'm too rude, I'm too damn cocky
When Lil Faygo move, they flocking
I gotta shoot, I ain't go no option (brree)
verse
Up that tool, no, I'm not boxing (skrrt)
This right here gon' solve yo' problems
I can't play about them commas
Okay, rap shit, all that drama
Choppa singing like Madonna
You gon' take her to McDonald's
Eating good with all my partners
verse
I'ma chop 'em down (yeah, hey)
What's yo' fucking number?
She gon' let me get her number
Boy you broke, well, that's a bummer
Take a pic, put it on Tumblr
I'm the main event this summer
Faygo came in with that thunder
Life went on and I got tougher (skrrt)
Know some foe wanna put me under (blah)
verse
And I can't let 'em do that
Choppa make you move back
Nigga like, "Boy hey, where your loot at?" (Blah, blah)
verse
Baby, I gotta get to the racks
And never know that I can't slack (do that)
Look at my toolie go blatt (blatt)
When I had that new Hellcat
And I can't fold like that, yeah
No, I can't fall in that trap
I need a bankroll (brree)
No, I can't fold (skrrt, skrrt, brr)
verse
Baby, I'm still not loving you
You too slick, can't be trusting you
Now he chain tucking, yeah (bee)
Go-got him ducking, yeah (blatt)
Writer(s): Andre Burt Jr.