Lyrics Toe To Toe - Lul Ri

Watch how I get these lil purping ass niggas together
Toting that fat shit giving them extra
Too many died, we still step on whoever
He trying to go hard, she could do better
Younging with no heart hang with whoever
Niggas get did like the crease on my sweater
I'm down to go toe to toe with whoever
This ain't a cookout, we still giving out free smoke, nigga it's up for whoever
I'm handing out 20's for 20's, go get you some money
Yea I got them dubs for whoever
Long as I'm thumbing them hundreds
And bitches still running to me then I'm thugging forever
Dior still on my sweater, I tried to tell them lil niggas I'm back and I'm better

Uh
Whole new vibe with this shit
3, 4, 5, We sliding at six
We get him slimed, I ain't working for nick
Bitch nigga mad that his girl wanna pic
Debo hit his lil ass with a brick
Heard he died
Oh shit who did it?
Glocks don't jam, we got two switches
I can't beef with no nigga, I'm busy
Hit him in the eye, he look like slick rick
I can't fuck on these hoes, I'm picky
Niggas dying so I'm keeping a blicky
Try and creep on me, I won't end up like 50
If I'm down bad, I'll rob for a Penny
Say no to handouts, I'm taking the Hardaway
Send him to heaven, he looking like Kenny
I'm stuck to my stick like the grip too sticky
Hop in that free car and we going fishing
Niggas be hot, they be telling and tipping
Talking to pillows, they telling your business
Tap in with Wakko, he really be clicking
Don't hit my phone if it ain't bout no business
This ain't hide and go seek but that boy went missing
You on the clock and the time still ticking
Tables get turned but my wheels still spinning
Bitch we got them flames, Carolina Kitchen
I told that bitch, "Stop talking, just listen"
I beat the odds everyday I be risking
Seen him in the car and I left him in it
I ain't been turnt like this in a minute
I blow up the stu every time I step in it
Come down the street, light it up like it's Christmas
We got them bags, no tea like Lipton

Watch how I get these lil purping ass niggas together
Toting that fat shit giving them extra
Too many died, we still step on whoever
He trying to go hard, she could do better
Younging with no heart hang with whoever
Niggas get did like the crease on my sweater
I'm down to go toe to toe with whoever
This ain't a cookout, we still giving out free smoke, nigga it's up for whoever
I'm handing out 20's for 20's, go get you some money
Yea I got them dubs for whoever
Long as I'm thumbing them hundreds
And bitches still running to me then I'm thugging forever
Dior still on my sweater, I tried to tell them lil niggas I'm back and I'm better