Tim The Tool Man

[Verse]
I spilled the dirty on my clothes, I had to throw 'em in the hamper
Wait around the corner for my opp, I'm a camper
Tim The Toolman, how I told her I'm the hammer
I be strapped with the poker like a fucking Kool-Aid Jammer
How the fuck are you the plug when you really slapping bammer?
I'm tryna live a life of glamour off of syntax and grammar
My fiend got caught with grams and went straight to the slammer
How the fuck are you macking bitches with some stutters and stammers?
If I'm talking to a ho, I probably stuffed her with cancer
Give her my phonе number but don't answer
Two weeks later I'll takе her to the crib and pants her
Forty-five in the clip, I'll put a hole inside a panser
My bitch stay with the pole but she ain't never been no dancer
I got off on City Man, I told the clerk my name was "Tanner"
Elevator to the top, you bums be climbing up the ladder
If a ham runs up, you'll hear a boom and a splatter
Back in eighth grade I was blowing down the shatter
I seen $kid in the kitchen whipping up the batter
My stuffer got a pink pills pushing on her bladder
Don't call me "white boy", that's a disaster
You'll be whiter than me when I link you up with Casper
He put some money on my head, now I'm flattered
I went to RHS but all my friends went to Asher
I got stuffers and shooters from the dot to Brighton
Big chopper with the dot, that shit'll take down a bison
My plug just got more birds than Mike Tyson
And this bitch sucked me up so good, I call her "Dyson"
I'll make a bitch do what I say so call me "Simon"
'Bout to bust down the Glock with some VVS diamonds
Whole squad blowing flower, this shit ain't dandelion
Got red tip in the clip, it look like Conan O'Brien
.223 Ruger, 9mm Luger
Baldheads in the mag', them hoes look like Lex Luthor
This bitch'll wake the whole block up like a rooster
He said he's 'bout it, 'bout it, too bad he's a booster
I could roll a 'Wood up better than a Cuban
And my tree be hitting different, I'm Sir Isaac Newton
You don't touch bread, you're allergic to gluten
I got a big busty K that Dutch got from Putin
I stay laughing when I stretch the work like taffy
And my plug got the dog, the fiends call him "Daddy Lassie"
I got a pole in the trunk, it'll make a opp duck like Daffy
Got a cup full of drank, feeling like The Great Gatsby
I'll have my fiend firebomb your crib for some Addys
.556 in the clip will flip a whip like a Krabby Patty
Every time I call a ho up we do the nasty-nasty
I heard you hit the room and you turned Chatty Cathy
You can't even be like me 'cause I was born raw
You came out the womb meant to be a fucking cornball
The only time I pull up to the court is to ball
I'm holding up two cans like a fucking sports bra
Yeah, bitch, call me "Toucan Sam"
I'm pulling up with big drums like the Blue Man band
Fuck Andrew Jackson, I need them blue man bands
Yeah, bitch, I need them blue man bands