Why You Think - Toosii

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?