Текст песни New Corvette - Toosii

Yeah, ayy

They wanna know what it's like to be a nigga like me
I'm hoppin' out of the V
I got about two or three foreigns
Rich nigga, still put a nigga past a tree
And this glizzy on the side of my waist
It'll crop a nigga, still put a nigga on a tee
Only nigga do a hit
Sing love songs and still put a bitch on her knees

Yeah, this a new 'Vette, uh
I'm hoppin' out with a TEC, uh
Brodie done sent me a text
We get 'em cut like Gillette, uh, uh
Shoot a nigga, got a couple shooters with me
They gon' maneuver with me
Ask how many shots inside of this car, it fit like two-fifty
My bitch look a lil' foreign
But she just black and that pussy too crack
She know a nigga with the shits
I'll send a nigga right off the map
I gotta stick, still ridе with a ghost gun
Her friend bad, need both of 'em
I know shе tired of niggas 'cause
None of these niggas ain't got no motion
Niggas be broke, I'm hoppin' out when it's smoke
.40 inside of my coat
Hit a nigga, make 'em dead to the world
Niggas be actin' too woke
I just might go like Lambo V12
Black interior leather, I'm the G.O.A.T
I just might throw on all of my jewels
And a nigga be feelin' like I'm on a boat, yeah
Extension go, "Frrt," fifty-round mag' but I'm pullin' up 42 Dugg
I might go Porshe frog-eyes
Pullin' up on a bad bitch in a bug
Never been lame nigga
I ain't pulllin' up on no bad bitch for no hug
Play with my money I feel like Big Worm
I'll pull up on you 'bout a dub, yeah

They wanna know what it's like to be a nigga like me
I'm hoppin' out of the V
I got about two or three foreigns, rich nigga
Still put a nigga past a tree
And this glizzy on the side of my waist
It'll crop a nigga, still put a nigga on a tee
Only nigga do a hit
Sing love songs and still put a bitch on her knees

Yeah, this a new 'Vette, uh
I'm hoppin' out with a TEC, uh
Brodie done sent me a text
We get 'em cut like Gillette, uh, uh
Shoot a nigga, got a couple shooters with me
They gon' maneuver with me
Ask how many shots inside of this car, it fit like two-fifty

Two phone, three phone, cuttin' my ring off
I ain't tryna hear what a bitch say
Tryna beef with a nigga like me
We gon' turn this bitch into blitz day
She try to ask me what time it was
I don't know but I hold up my wrist, ayy
Wavin' it left to right, and put my diamonds right in a bitch face
I got Bottega all on my case, uh, nigga, my car is expensive
Better look in the garage and look in my crib
None of my cars is rented
I be ridin' five percent with twenty on the wind-shield
My cars is tinted
Make a nigga move out of his spot like
I'm movin' in and I'm the lieutenant, yeah
Who want smoke with the Ps?
Got her throwin' up Vs, she two times
Florida bitch, she yell, "Glee," I'm about my green like I'm a crouton
Yeah, she wanna fuck with a nigga
Charge her for the dick, give her a coupon
Yeah, I don't trust not a soul
I'm fuckin' a bitch and I got my shoes on (Yeah)

I told you last time
It was my last time
They tried to tell me that I was gon' need you
That was the past time (Yeah)
Killers might pull up inside of the 'Vette, uh
They be on bad time (Yeah)
They just might rock you to bed and
Shoot at your head like it was just nap time

They wanna know what it's like to be a nigga like me
I'm hoppin' out of the V
I got about two or three foreigns, rich nigga
Still put a nigga past a tree
And this glizzy on the side of my waist
It'll crop a nigga, still put a nigga on a tee
Only nigga do a hit
Sing love songs and still put a bitch on her knees

Yeah, this a new 'Vette, uh
I'm hoppin' out with a TEC, uh
Brodie done sent me a text
We get 'em cut like Gillette, uh, uh
Shoot a nigga, got a couple shooters with me
They gon' maneuver with me
Ask how many shots inside of this car
It fit like two-fifty