Switched My Tool

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah (Ayy, what these niggas on, Soulja?)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Ayy, let it run, Zayy, let it run, let it run)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on, man (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, it's another one, yeah, and another one (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, it's another one (What?)

[Chorus]
Fuckin' hoes by the two, ayy, you know how we do
Lotta vibes in the room and they can't even choose
One-thousand dollar shoes, spent some bands on my pants
Lil' boy, these not Jimmy Choo
Frontline with a Draco, what the fuck he tryna do? (Blrrt, blrrt, blrrt)
Fine lil' bitch, Coke bottle shape, she the one, yeah, not the two
My young nigga walk with a 'K on his back like he a troop, ooh
Slidin' in the motherfuckin' Tracky, I'm poppin' a Addy, I'm switchin' my mood, yeah (Skrrt)

[Verse]
The Glock too hot, had to swap the dot, hell yeah, I switched my tool
Before you think 'bout tryin' me, yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga, I shoot
I don't give a fuck, I'm paid, yeah, yeah, yeah, what 'bout you?
I've been goin' through some things, yeah, yeah, yeah, but I'm cool
Fuck a opp, bitch, BS gonna load up in that box and then clap shit
Wrap shit just like a mummy, my youngins dummy
Slide, catch another homi', I really want it
I know this lil' bitch don't want me, just want my montey
Flyest young nigga, snakes on the plane, I hear 'em comin'
You know this Draco gon' fuck up a nigga consious (Blrrt)
You know how to fuck up a whole vibe with that nonsense
Slide on that boy with switchy, now he duckin' (Skrrt, skrrt, slide, slide)
Can't fuck with that lil' bitch, she iffy, she up to something (Yeah-yeah, oh, yeah)
You know I keep glizzy with me like my first cousin (Ayy, yeah-yeah, ayy)
Shoot your shit up, just be bustin', we don't do no bluffin' (Ayy, yeah-yeah)
Double R, a nigga real rich, spin out a Cullinan (Skrrt, blrrt, yeah-yeah)

[Chorus]
Fuckin' hoes by the two, ayy, you know how we do
Lotta vibes in the room and they can't even choose
One-thousand dollar shoes, spent some bands on my pants
Lil' boy, these not Jimmy Choo
Frontline with a Draco, what the fuck he tryna do? (Blrrt, blrrt, blrrt)
Fine lil' bitch, Coke bottle shape, she the one, yeah, not the two
My young nigga walk with a 'K on his back like he a troop, ooh
Slidin' in the motherfuckin' Tracky, I'm poppin' a Addy, I'm switchin' my mood (Skrrt)