Lyrics Why You Think - Toosii

You know (Haha)
Riddle taking flight, yeah (And I thought they
Knew I was a, uh, big stepper, wasn't no flexer)
Girlfriend ass caresser
You heard?

Uh, why you think we the same niggas? (Huh?)
We ain't the same niggas (What?)
I'm the type to do the hitting up, you the type to pay hitters (Yeah)
I'm the type to walk over the body, let the flame hit him (Bitch)
You the type to spin the block, don't
Give a fuck if you grave niggas (Blaow)
I ride with hitters, uh (Yeah)
Even if we four deep, it say "Ride" inside the Sprinter
They want me to go like Ricky, gotta ride inside my denims
Life like Kahoot, he answer wrong, he sent to the sender
Was praising shooters, wonder why our life kept on descending (Uh)
Still don't give a fuck, I'll spin a bin like I was Simmons (What?)
I feel like Raf, I ain't gotta hit Neimans to get them Simmons (Nah)
Tryna change my ways, but I'm on the opps'
Head, you could say I'm tempted (For real)
Bro say just for a feature, he'll get 'em dead, he ain't reminiscing
Nigga, 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 bitch, we 2K'd your shooters
Wonder why he gunning for your head
'Cause you ain't save your shooters
Hands on the block hot, wish Tadoe never
Died or I could've saved Niko (Yeah)
Your whole gang full of crash dummies
Your front line like a free throw
We gon' hang on the opp block like the Wi-
Fi, that's a hot spot and we keep bros
All the time, I keep a P inside the
Jacket for rainy days, got a peacoat
I was going to school with P clothes, I still feel like shooting Ricos
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 calling nigga T.O. (Damn)
I made my mama mama rich, give her them chips, she love casinos
Who 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, word for Dino
And my dreadhead smoke keef, he a chief, get 'em going for Niko
Yeah, Panama Beach, we still got blicks
They say, "Baby 2, you hot" (Huh?)
They don't know it's a warzone, I'ma
Pop 'fore Baby 2 get popped (Yeah)
Always keep my guard on, let a shot
Off 'fore this 2 get popped (Uh-huh)
Who the fuck I'ma call on or I'ma fall
On if lil' 2 get shot? (For real)

Digging, like, who I'ma talk to about my problems?
They say I'm a, uh, blessing
They tell me I'm high in disguise
You heard?