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toot st. louis - mediatakeout lyrics

now look at this, and look at thots
f-ck up out my face
front me, and front me that
strad keep them tools
tools strapped up on his back
we all the way up
take them birds out the pack
you rapping ’bout your p-ssy or you rapping ’bout the trap?
yeah i rode a jet, but i stay ten toes flat
tryna see a mil, put my name on a plaque
i ain’t chasing no n-gg-s ’cause i barely call ’em back

ss’16, boy we put you on a plow
21 skunk, young n-gg- blow out
in the back of j house, lil mark, castro, quan, jesse and frank
wow
we all the way up, but who gon’ really stay down?
i just really wanna ride the beat
i just really wanna talk to castro please
i just really wanna know if he see all the f-ck boys coming up to me
if it’s not about a comma please
if its only bout the money
if we not family
then why you talking to me
you don’t see the streets these days
wear the wrong thing they put on the plate
talking real reckless and imma have to check sh-t
i was never one to wreck sh-t, but i let them things rip
if it came down to it, i turn into a b-tch
bite down quick, let the signals off, start erasing sh-t
you the type to turn into the government, but i’m just a young girl
really out here summer thuggin’ it
they hated on my brother
he was just loving it
getting money, staying fly
even fronted him
they ain’t even f-ck with him, but said that they really f-ck with him
they ain’t even f-cked with em
told em that they f-cked with em
now they tryna f-ck with me, i don’t even f-ck with em
tell them stay away
i’ll see and i’ll spray
like a stingray
b-tch, i don’t play, i don’t play

don’t touch me b-tch!
i dont play
i don’t play
don’t touch me b-tch!
we don’t play
we don’t play
we don’t play
ss16 yes we on the way
we don’t play
we don’t play
we don’t play
ss’16 yes we on the way
let the media talk today
we don’t play
we don’t play
we don’t play

kind-hearted
that’s what you really call it
feed the streets, but n-gg-s too d-mn r-t-rded to see a come up
stop it… rob him, put my hands in his pocket
i got old heads calling up my phone saying that i did them wrong and i ain’t even d-mn stop it
pull up so i can pop it, they ain’t even want it, but i did it and i dropped it
boss yo life up, so i popped him
made a lesson out of nothing, so we got him
stop it

you tripping, you telling too much business
my n-gg- you a witness, mind you i’m just sitting back listening
a real man ain’t gone take sh-t
my brother told me “watch the ones who fake sh-t. they might hesitate to say sh-t, but ask a question on the low like its they sh-t.”
they ain’t pay for sh-t
be careful, put a pistol to your mouth like a potato chip
gotta make it back to the house to prepare the meal
told my momma girl i’m just chasing me a deal
she said “don’t you sign no papers.”
i said “are you for real?”
when pops make it home
sh-t gone really get real
i just pray we laced up
ain’t gotta spray none
we ain’t tryna lay nothing
building blocks tryna load up
tell them we don’t fold up
we will line up like soldiers
cash don’t control us, but i got money in the goal some
learning but i’m old some
living life like a goat, hun
young but i’m old minded
plugged in but to n-body
they was hating on me since the beginning
told me “toot you will never win it.”
b-tch look at me, i done did it
ss’16 living proof, b-tch i’m in it
no shoestrings, i ain’t tying my shoes
b-tch i ain’t finished
strapped me down cause i’m wicked
i’m just getting ready for dinner
strapped me down cause i am the sickest, ahhh!

d-mnnnn!

yo grown self!
don’t make no sense!

- toot st louis lyrics

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