Toosii - Why You Think lyrics

Nau'Jour Lazier Grainger

[Toosii - Why You Think lyrics]

You know
I thought they knew I was a big stepper
Well-known flexer girlfriend ass caresser
You heard?

Why you think we the same, nigga? We
Ain't the same,  nigga
I'm the type to do the hittin' up
You the type to pay hitters
I'm the type to walk over the body
Let the flame hit him
You the type to spin the block
Don't give a fuck if you graze niggas
Bitch, I ride with hitters, uh
Even if we four deep
It's eight rods inside the Sprinter
They want me to go like Ricky
Got a rod inside my denim
Life like Kahoot, he answer wrong
He sent to the sender
We was praisin' shooters, wonder why
Our life kept on descending, uh
Still don't give a fuck, I spin
A bend like I was Simmons, uh
I feel like Raf
I ain't gotta hit Neimans to get them Simons
(No) tryna change my ways but I'm
On the opps' head, you can say I'm tempted
(For real) bro say just for a feature
He'll get 'em dead, he reminiscing
Nigga, is you gon' pay your shooters or
Is you gon' play your shooters?
We treat your shooters like
They target practice, slay your shooters
He got no play, he on the bench, nigga
You 2K-ed your shooter
Wonder why he gunnin' for your head
'cause you ain't save your shooter
He was on the block hot
Wish Tadoe never died or
I could've saved Niko
Your whole gang full of crash dummies
Your frontline like a free throw
We gon' hang on the opp block
Like the wifi, that's a hotspot
And we keep rope
Wintertime, I keep a P inside
A jacket, for rainy days, got a peacoat
I was goin' to school with pee clothes
I still feel like fuck the RICO's
(Fuck 'em) grew up in Brentwood West
That's why I'm so close with the 'migos
I do my dance when the pack touch down
They start to call a nigga TO
I make my mama mama rich
Give her them chips, she love casinos
We want more life, nigga, like Vito
Think I'm broke? Well, shit, she know
Ain't free Pooh up out them chains
But I'm happy we got Dee though
We'll box a nigga up like he a pizza
Work for D no's
And my dreadhead smoke Keef, he
A chief, get 'em gone, finito
Yeah, Panama Beach, we still got
Glocks, they say, "Baby Toot, you hot"
They don't know it's a warzone
I'ma pop 'fore Baby Toot get shot
Always keep my guard on
Let a shot off 'fore this 2 get Pac'd
Who the fuck I'ma call on or I'ma
Fall on if Lil Toot get shot?

For real you dig? And like
Who I'ma talk to about my problems?
They say I'm a, uh, blessing
Shit, tell me, am I in disguise? You heard?

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