Toosii - New Corvette Lyrics

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 ride with a ghost gun
Her friend bad, need both of 'em
I know she 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 Porsche frog-eyes, pullin' up on a bad bitch in a bug
Never been lame, nigga, I ain't pulllin' up on no bad bitch with 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 windshield, 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 f*ck with a nigga, charge her for the dick, give her a coupon
Yeah, I don't trust not a soul, I'm f*ckin' 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