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Artiste : Toosii
Titre : 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?