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[Intro] Yeah, ayy [Pre-Chorus] They wanna know what it’s like to be a n!gga like me I’m hopping out of the V I got about two or three foreigns, rich n!gga, still put a n!gga past a tree And this glizzy on the side of my waist, it’ll crop a n!gga, still put a n!gga on a tee Only n!gga do a hit, sing love songs and still put a b!tch on her knees [Chorus] Yeah, this a new ‘Vette, uh, I’m hopping out with a TEC, uh Brodie done sent me a text, we get ’em cut like Gillette, uh, uh Shoot a n!gga, got a couple shooters with me, they gon’ maneuver with me Ask how many shots inside of this car, it fit like two-fifty [Verse 1] My b!tch look a lil’ foreign, but she just black and that pu*sy too crack She know a n!gga with the s*its, I’ll send a n!gga 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 n!ggas ’cause none of these n!ggas ain’t got no motion N!ggas be broke, I’m hopping out when it’s smoke, .40 inside of my coat Hit a n!gga, make ’em dead to the world, n!ggas be acting 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 n!gga be feeling like I’m on a boat, yeah Extension go, \”Frrt,\” fifty-round mag’ but I’m pulling up 42 Dugg I might go Porshe frog-eyes, pulling up on a bad b!tch in a bug Never been lame, n!gga, I ain’t pullling up on no bad b!tch with no hug Play with my money I feel like Big Worm, I’ll pull up on you ’bout a dub, yeah [Pre-Chorus] They wanna know what it’s like to be a n!gga like me I’m hopping out of the V I got about two or three foreigns, rich n!gga, still put a n!gga past a tree And this glizzy on the side of my waist, it’ll crop a n!gga, still put a n!gga on a tee Only n!gga do a hit, sing love songs and still put a b!tch on her knees [Chorus] Yeah, this a new ‘Vette, uh, I’m hopping out with a TEC, uh Brodie done sent me a text, we get ’em cut like Gillette, uh, uh Shoot a n!gga, got a couple shooters with me, they gon’ maneuver with me Ask how many shots inside of this car, it fit like two-fifty [Verse 2] Two phone, three phone, cutting my ring off, I ain’t tryna hear what a b!tch say Tryna beef with a n!gga like me, we gon’ turn this b!tch into blitz day She try to ask me what time it was, I don’t know but I hold up my wrist, ayy Waving it left to right and put my diamonds right in a b!tch face I got Bottega all on my case, uh, n!gga, my car is expensive Better look in the garage and look in my crib, none of my cars is rented I be riding five percent with twenty on the windshield, my cars is tinted Make a n!gga move out of his spot like I’m moving in and I’m the lieutenant, yeah Who want smoke with the Ps? Got her throwing up Vs, she two times Florida b!tch, she yell, \”Glee,\” I’m about my green like I’m a crouton Yeah, she wanna fu*k with a n!gga, charge her for the d!ck, give her a coupon Yeah, I don’t trust not a soul, I’m fu*king a b!tch and I got my shoes on, yeah [Bridge] 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 [Pre-Chorus] They wanna know what it’s like to be a n!gga like me I’m hopping out of the V I got about two or three foreigns, rich n!gga, still put a n!gga past a tree And this glizzy on the side of my waist, it’ll crop a n!gga, still put a n!gga on a tee Only n!gga do a hit, sing love songs and still put a b!tch on her knees [Chorus] Yeah, this a new ‘Vette, uh, I’m hopping out with a TEC, uh Brodie done sent me a text, we get ’em cut like Gillette, uh, uh Shoot a n!gga, got a couple shooters with me, they gon’ maneuver with me Ask how many shots inside of this car, it fit like two-fifty. New Corvette lyrics – Toosii : Get lyrics and music video of this beautiful song here on LyricsBull.com