Toolz of the Trade - Smif-N-Wessun

My first love was a deuce-deuce, nice and slim

Tucked in my Chucker boots, what a priceless gem

When I took her out to the clubs, we got right in She kept me safe, even held me down in fights with men

I like my murder mommies loud and thick

Handles tight on grip, not shy ta spit

Make daddy proud of shit

Four foot’five hooker, move the whole crowd looker

Short stack black, well-done beef cooker

My tre-eighty kept me crazy Dunn, she had me whipped

In the whip high, riding by, ready ta spit

She like to talk shit, she’s a cocky bitch

Firm grip all black like liquorices

I sleep with hoes and, creep with hoes

Eat off hoes, I love these four-fours

Or the 9 doubled, in the L Bubble

Smashing security with something, we all in to stunting

Hook: Steele (Tek)

These are the tools of the trade (that we use to get paid)

When we cruise in Escalades on escapades (with guns ablaze)

Been amazed since the younger age (Safe from the hunger pangs)

Bang when the trouble came (Pioneers of gun slang)

Party with them things (A little somethin’somethin')

The fire’s in the game (my system be thumping)

It was love at first sight when I burst the pipe

Off the project roof in the middle of night

On the block independence day, pistols ignite

Ghetto tunes we vibe to, write rhymes on the site

Nigga, my forty-four was raw, she had me wired

Had my dick rock solid first time I fired

Had a sis that was solid, Smif N Wessun medallion

Only fuck with professionals and kids with thousands

One bitch her ass was plump

Nickname China shotgun, nigga used to love how she pumped

She kept the money looking double barrel

Shoe string around my neck, the whole party peril (?)

You bring your whole apparel

Boots, coats, change, rings and wallets

Break your pockets, love when niggas think they brought it Jump up and run a wrestle dog, we don’t tussle

Squeeze off, let a gang of little pellets touch you

Hook

Get 'em at six, when they brains open a range

Show 'em the reigns of how to squeeze eight of them thing

Let them grow for a spell, then I catch 'em at twelve

Wit the one in their head, that’s how I’m taking the L When they graduate to sixteen, its all bets off

Shells catching no relations when the semi’s going off

My nine milli had me silly smoking dro with phillies

Feeling like a big Willy takin’cabs to the city

Seven-forty illy, twisting the sticky hash from Ricky

Trigger itchy, nice and slippery, fuck wit me Have you ever seen a forty five before?

Big Mac 11 nozzle right pon your jaw

Hook