Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Why You Think, artist - Toosii. Date of issue: 05.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Why You Think |
| 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 R.I.C.O. |
| '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 T.O. |
| 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? |