pimp tobi - which way lyrics
[intro]
(lonis on this)
[chorus: pimp tobi & kookei]
big drac’ (big drac’), make a n+gga whip shake (baow, baow)
bro thought he seen the suckers, i’m like, “which way?” (where?)
they on the ‘net all day, but they won’t play
n+gga, you would do whatever that b+tch say (say)
ayy (what?), man, n+ggas better stop that (stop that)
any n+gga slide down gettin’ popped at (baow, baow, baow)
the opps too busy rappin’, them n+ggas still ain’t got back
why you think they call us headshot gang? ’cause we got hats
my new b+tch thick as h+ll, but she not fat
i like to show my ways off, i do not cap
i ain’t gon’ lie, i just talk about my life, i do not rap
it’s ironic how i never played tennis, but i got racks
[verse 1: pimp tobi]
like i’m playin’ tennis, b+tch, i got them racks on me
on the road, drivin’ slow with them packs on me
never lack, like a dyk+, keep a strap on me
n+gga try to slide down this block, he gon’ bap on me
he was shootin’ dice with his life and he cr+pped on it
slid down the wrong block and they clapped on him
in a jeep with two hundred on the dash on it
thousand dollar jeans, n+gga still droppin’ ash on ’em
[verse 2: kookei]
thousand dollar kicks, still’ll step on your lil’ head in ’em
we came for your life, not your chains, leave you dead in ’em
don’t be the example to show n+ggas we ain’t playin’ with ’em
i fell in love with that glock 27, i be layin’ with ’em
that chop pushed his ass up the street, you’d think a van hit him
folks will hit you for a body, i let my mans get ’em
my young dog ridin’ with three k’s, he got the klan with him
we got b+ttons on the back of our glocks, but we ain’t playin’ with ’em
[chorus: pimp tobi & kookei]
big drac’ (big drac’), make a n+gga whip shake (baow, baow)
bro thought he seen the suckers, i’m like, “which way?” (where?)
they on the ‘net all day, but they won’t play
n+gga, you would do whatever that b+tch say (say)
ayy (what?), man, n+ggas better stop that (stop that)
any n+gga slide down gettin’ popped at (baow, baow, baow)
the opps too busy rappin’, them n+ggas still ain’t got back
why you think they call us headshot gang? ’cause we got hats
my new b+tch thick as h+ll, but she not fat
i like to show my ways off, i do not cap
i ain’t gon’ lie, i just talk about my life, i do not rap
it’s ironic how i never played tennis, but i got racks
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