Will Amadeus - Tool Shed Freestyle Lyrics

I'm back on my bull shit
I spit like a full clip
Let's have a duel bitch
Gotta stay blessed like a pool pit
I took yo hoe like a tool shed

Money talk and I cant hear what you said
Hit my line and I might leave you on red

Cause I need the guap
I need a drop
I need the tent to cover my whip, she giving me top
My foot on they neck, ain't breaking a sweat
They want me to stop
I'm lacing my kicks, I'm chasing a knot
Like money a lot

I hop out the bed like what should I do
I f*ck on your bitch, I just made a movie
Switched up my line, I'm dodge them groupie
Stepping on snakes, they act like they knew me
Wearing Avant, bitch this ain't no Gucci
Reach for my blunt, bitch is you stupid
I'm number 1, I always knew it
I'm number 1, bitch I'm bouta prove it

Hop out the bed like what should I do
I f*ck on your boo
Nigga you mad, go get a clue
No go get some loot
Nigga it's will, you know that I'm real
Real niggas solute
I'm out in the field, I'm chasing the chicken
Bitch I'm in a coupe
These niggas mad, they want some beef
Bitch I'm in the stew

I'm chasing a knot, like money a lot
I'm lacing my shoe
You blowing my line, but you need to stop
Switched numbers on you
Had to switch numbers on you

I hop out the bed, I'm bouta make moves
You get in my way you meeting your doom
I get super fly, I'm out the cocoon
I'm doing the dash, the coupe going zoom
Nigga aint shit suite, give a young nigga room
Sweep the bullshit up like a mother f*cking broom

They just woke me out my tomb
Stupid niggas ain't know what they was doing
F*ck the uber driver, nigga we screwing
When you hop on stage niggas be booing
Niggas sell they soul, this aint no shoe shit
Cappin in your raps, know you dont shoot shit
She ain't sucking dick, she get the boot quick
I ain't acting fake, I'm just on new shit
Trynna go on dates, you ain't my boo bitch
Bless you with a like, I won't at you bitch

Niggas got bite so I switch my flow up
Had to get bread so I ran my dough up
Sick ass beat make a young nigga throw up
Bitch told me link but I ain't ever show up
Money six feet, told the dumb bitch grown up
Moving too fast, told the young bitch slow up
When I get on, act like I don't know you
When I get on, act like I don't know you

I'm back on my bull shit
I spit like a full clip
Let's have a duel bitch
Gotta stay blessed like a pool pit
I took yo hoe like a tool shed

Money talk and I can't hear what you said
Hit my line and I might leave you on red

Cause I need the guap
I need a drop
I need the tent to cover my whip, she giving me top
My foot on they neck, ain't breaking a sweat
They want me to stop
I'm lacing my kicks, I'm chasing a knot
Like money a lot