Key Glock – Toolie (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Watch the video for “TOOLIE” by Key Glock, produced by CLDHRT. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Key Glock Toolie

On “Toolie,” the Memphis rapper lets it be known that he’s always ready for action.

“Before I brush my teeth I grab my muthaf*ckin toolie,” Glock raps. “I be getting money, money be what I’m pursuing.”

Like “Ambition For Cash” and “Da Truth,” “Toolie” is an anthem. Rapping over reversed piano rolls and syncopated handclaps, Glock delivers the message that actions speak much louder than words.

Everything Key Glock does is either for the money, or for something that will lead him the money later down the line, and with visuals following him from the time he wakes up in a hotel room to the time he hops in the Maybach truck and gets to work, there’s no mistaking what the Yellow Tape rapper is all about.

Key Glock – Toolie (prod. CLDHRT)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
(Cldhrt/CLDHRT)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Ayy, before I brush my teeth, I grab my motherfuckin’ toolie (Yeah)
I be gettin’ money, money what I be pursuin’ (Yeah)
I’m ’bout a check for real, yeah, these other niggas goofy (Goofy ass niggas)
I’m still the same nigga, I’m just ridin’ in a new Benz/whip (Skrr)

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, I keep that Waka Flocka Flame up on me, oh, let’s do it (Let’s do it)
I never fucked with tattletales, I never ran with loose lips
I never been the type to talk about it, bitch, I do this
Yep, I’m the one they talk about, but niggas ain’t gon’ do shit (Uh-huh)

[Verse]
These niggas artificial, yeah, they fake (Yeah)
And these niggas pay for pussy, and Lord know I can’t relate (Right)
Yeah, you know I’m on the Paper Route, these niggas in the way
Yeah, we do whatever we wanna do, my nigga, I can’t complain (Damn)
Ayy, I ain’t got shit else to buy, so I’m finna go cop that Wraith (Ayy)
Yeah, I can’t beef about these bitches, type of games that I don’t play (Ayy)
Yeah, I’m one flyest, cold ass nigga, I tote seven-eleven bar this [?] (Ayy)
And when I had made my first million, I ain’t gon’ lie this shit felt great (Yeah, yeah), ayy (Yeah)
My double R truck sticked up, just like a tank (Yeah, yeah, yeah), ayy
These niggas wanna be like Glock, but know they can’t (Yeah, yeah, yeah), ayy
Say you gonna do what? Boy, no, you ain’t (Yeah, yeah, yeah), ayy
You must be gettin’ too high, the fuck you think? (Ayy)
My shooter shootin’ shit up, boy, ain’t blinkin’ (Yeah)
This world is cold as fuck, yes sir, this heater be my blanket (Bah)
Yeah, I still don’t trust these bitches, Lord knows that these hoes be janky (Yeah)
I just looked up in the mirror (Yeah), and told that nigga, “You that nigga, nigga, face it” (A nigga’s out)

[Chorus]
Ayy, before I brush my teeth, I grab my motherfuckin’ toolie (Yeah)
I be gettin’ money, money what I be pursuin’ (Yeah)
I’m ’bout a check for real, yeah, these other niggas goofy (Goofy ass niggas)
I’m still the same nigga, I’m just ridin’ in a new Benz/whip (Skrr)

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, I keep that Waka Flocka Flame up on me, oh, let’s do it (Let’s do it)
I never fucked with tattletales, I never ran with loose lips
I never been the type to talk about it, bitch, I do this
Yep, I’m the one they talk about, but niggas ain’t gon’ do shit (Uh-huh)