Toosii – Shop Lyrics (feat. Dababy)

[Intro: Toosii]
Fo' sho’ (Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no)
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
Fo’ sho'
Yeah, mm

[Chorus: Toosii]
Tell a nigga, "Don't play" (Tell a nigga, "Don't play")
Make it hard for you, send shots right where you lay (Right where you lay)
Know I keep my distance, one call and I'm on the way (I'm on the way)
I'm tryna see 'bout it (See ’bout it)
The only man I fear is God ’cause they know we 'bout it
Yeah, they know we ’bout it (We 'bout it)
Only run with steppers, can't do a weak body (Weak body)
Only V8s and V12s when we ridin' (We ridin’)
Bad bitch, she ridin', ayy (She ridin')
And I gotta f*ck with the gang, gang, know he slidin'
RIP the opps, gotta put clips on opps
f*ckin' with rich niggas, we won't hit licks, hit for stocks
All of the whips convertible, tell her to pick the drop
And I'll take a nigga life 'fore I take a bitch to shop

[Verse 1: Toosii]
Only do the red keys (Red keys)
Ain't a dead body, but I'll stretch her out on the bed sheet (On the bed sheet)
'Fore I f*ck her, you know that I ask her for the head please (Head, please)
Get the nigga dead, please (Dead, please)
10k, get the whip, flip, that's a rip-stick, dead G's, dead Glocks
And I ain't Young Money but I'm down to make the bed rock, ayy
I'ma roll out the p*ssy, watch the gang, roll a dead opp
Told the bitch to head rock
Know the beat knock how her head bop
And I'm a clean nigga but you know I like the head slop
Slide when we headshot (Headshot)
I'm a fan of the green beam, don't do the red dots
I'm the type of nigga to give her dick, I'ma make her legs lock (Legs lock)
And I'll still run a nigga down, I'm tryna head-shop (Head-shop)
I'm hitting every shot (Every shot)
[Chorus: Toosii]
Tell a nigga, "Don't play" (Tell a nigga, "Don't play")
Make it hard for you, send shots right where you lay (Right where you lay)
Know I keep my distance, one call and I'm on the way (I'm on the way)
I'm tryna see 'bout it (See 'bout it)
The only man I fear is God 'cause they know we 'bout it
Yeah, they know we 'bout it (We 'bout it)

Only run with steppers, can't do a weak body (Weak body)
Only V8s and V12s when we ridin' (We ridin')
Bad bitch, she ridin', ayy (She ridin')
And I gotta f*ck with the gang, gang, know he slidin'
RIP the opps, gotta put clips on opps
f*ckin' with rich niggas, we won't hit licks, hit for stocks
All of the whips convertible, tell her to pick the drop
And I'll take a nigga life 'fore I take a bitch to shop

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
Two FNs stuffed in my Amiris, these ain't Levi's
Knew how it felt to hold a gun when I was knee-high
Uncle Ray let me hold his .38 whenever we'd ride (We'd ride)
At the age of five, back then, I ain't understand, I ain't see why (Let's go)
And a nigga damn sure never saw me rappin'
Either way it go, they gon' have to catch me with that fire, no lackin'
Quit frontin' your move, ain't none of y'all bitch ass niggas about no action
I get mad in this bitch, come off my hip and wet up your Starter jacket
And the niggas I'm with gon' step on any other nigga that saw it happen
Hope you lil' niggas know
Every nigga 'round me, he done did it before, I'll kill you at my show
Two hundred twenty-five thousand get me out the door, half a million or more
I make her cry me a river before we get close, need to get me a boat
[Chorus: Toosii & DaBaby]
Tell a nigga, "Don't play" (Tell a nigga, "Don't play")
Make it hard for you, send shots right where you lay (Right where you lay)
Know I keep my distance, one call and I'm on the way (I'm on the way)
I'm tryna see 'bout it (See 'bout it)
The only man I fear is God 'cause they know we 'bout it
Yeah, they know we 'bout it (We 'bout it)
Only run with steppers, can't do a weak body (Weak body)
Only V8s and V12s when we ridin' (We ridin')
Bad bitch, she ridin', ayy (She ridin')
And I gotta f*ck with the gang, gang, know he slidin'
RIP the opps, gotta put clips on opps
f*ckin' with rich niggas, we won't hit licks, hit for stocks
All of the whips convertible, tell her to pick the drop
And I'll take a nigga life 'fore I take a bitch to shop

AZEALIA BANKS – Chi Chi lyrics

Hands up, it’s a hold up
Keep them pies hot nigga, pack the heater in the holster
Slip the clip in and pop it, they tried to G me on the quota
I could picture ya noggin’ rockin’, you peasy on the corner
I stretch it with the soda
Whip the cream to the top, pot Betty with the shoulder
Got the keys to the drop top, but I’m in the Rover
Keep them fiends on that clock, clock, came to get the dough up

Niggas, I be wildin’ for that cheddar, for that paper
Island hoppin’ in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo
You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll
Tell ’em niggas we be grindin’ till the motherfuckin’ day o’er
Bet you read about it, bet you plottin’, bet you hatin’
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the –

Hear my Lexus purr, I just crept to jers
Got genuine leather interi and my texture fur
Icy bezel, I’m freezy and my necklace splurge
Watch me run up on them niggas with that tech and burst
Now niggas wreck their dough for my X and O
La Perla provocateur lace, I feed ’em sex and blow
Chi Chi got it from some gualas in Calexico
Click-c-click, blam, you be next to go

Sittin’ in the drop-top
Got money in my pocket, drugs in the glove box
I don’t even like ya
(Don’t wanna be nothin’ near like ya)
All of my bitches get money they made
All of my niggas is handsome with waves
All of these rappers is pussy
You heard they be stuntin’ on wax but they really afraid
You a hi-top with a cut on your fade
Harlem shake in the midde with a fuckin’ parade
Told you to put some respect on my name
And stop talkin’ that shit, put that check on my name
Uh, put the check in my name
Weather advisor, we can’t stop the rain
I do not have time to entertain lames
Won’t say no names ’cause I won’t give you fames
Gang-gang-gang-gang, bang-bang-bang-bang
My niggas gorillas and orangutans
Live from the zoo, this the new 212
When I move with the crew, y’all bird niggas can’t hang

Niggas, I be wildin’ for that cheddar, for that paper
Island hoppin’ in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo
You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll
Tell ’em niggas we be grindin’ till the motherfuckin’ day o’er
Bet you read about it, bet you plottin’, bet you hatin’
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo

Azealia Banks – Chi Chi lyrics

Hands up, it’s a hold up
Keep them pies hot nigga, pack the heater in the holster
Slip the clip in and pop it, they tried to G me on the quota
I could picture ya noggin’ rockin’, you peasy on the corner
I stretch it with the soda
Whip the cream to the top, pot Betty with the shoulder
Got the keys to the drop top, but I’m in the Rover
Keep them fiends on that clock, clock, came to get the dough up

Niggas, I be wildin’ for that cheddar, for that paper
Island hoppin’ in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo
You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll
Tell ’em niggas we be grindin’ till the motherfuckin’ day o’er
Bet you read about it, bet you plottin’, bet you hatin’
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the –

Hear my Lexus purr, I just crept to jers
Got genuine leather interi and my texture fur
Icy bezel, I’m freezy and my necklace splurge
Watch me run up on them niggas with that tech and burst
Now niggas wreck their dough for my X and O
La Perla provocateur lace, I feed ’em sex and blow
Chi Chi got it from some gualas in Calexico
Click-c-click, blam, you be next to go

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Sittin’ in the drop-top
Got money in my pocket, drugs in the glove box
I don’t even like ya
(Don’t wanna be nothin’ near like ya)
All of my bitches get money they made
All of my niggas is handsome with waves
All of these rappers is pussy
You heard they be stuntin’ on wax but they really afraid
You a hi-top with a cut on your fade
Harlem shake in the midde with a fuckin’ parade
Told you to put some respect on my name
And stop talkin’ that shit, put that check on my name
Uh, put the check in my name
Weather advisor, we can’t stop the rain
I do not have time to entertain lames
Won’t say no names ’cause I won’t give you fames
Gang-gang-gang-gang, bang-bang-bang-bang
My niggas gorillas and orangutans
Live from the zoo, this the new 212
When I move with the crew, y’all bird niggas can’t hang

Niggas, I be wildin’ for that cheddar, for that paper
Island hoppin’ in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo
You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll
Tell ’em niggas we be grindin’ till the motherfuckin’ day o’er
Bet you read about it, bet you plottin’, bet you hatin’
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo