yellowtape - pimp tobi lyrics
[intro: pimp tobi]
aye
who made the beat? apollo hoe
aye
[chorus: pimp tobi]
i’m on a roll with a low
blowin’ on biscotti got my eyes gettin’ low
big nickel one me too slugs fat like an uce
and i’m finna po’ a fo’ i just scored on some juice
yellow tape a n*gga block leave a n*gga on the news
seven point six twos knock a n*gga out his shoes (graa, graa graa)
[verse 1: pimp tobi]
n*ggas always sayin’ what they gon’ do
everybody got guns but who goin’ shoot?
the b*tch you in love wit’ she old news
why you got her on a leash let that b*tch choose
touch his chicken like a n*gga work at popeyes
keep a forty or better f*ck a glock nine
skrtin’ down his block we ain’t stoppin’ at no stop signs
pull up, hit the break, pop the door, f*ck a drive by
n*ggas hatin’ on me n*gga i don’t even know why
i’ve been out the way n*gga tryna get that check right
aye, i been tryna get that check right
drop a n*gga then i’m gone on the next flight
this choppa get to singin’ like it’s left eye
b*tch i don’t even wanna f*ck with the neck like
[chorus: pimp tobi]
i’m on a roll with a low
blowin’ on biscotti got my eyes gettin’ low
big nickel one me too slugs fat like an uce
and i’m finna po’ a fo’ i just scored on some juice
yellow tape a n*gga block leave a n*gga on the news
seven point six twos knock a n*gga out his shoes (graa, graa graa)
[verse 2: daboii]
seven point six twos knock a shirt off a n*gga
up glock to his face bring the nerd outta n*gga
pay attention when i speak you gon’ learn som’ different
and watching that sprite bubble up was when i first got addicted
yeah we play wit’ big kays but we ain’t cappin’ n*gga
and that’s a good game you talk show some action n*gga
i get payed to speak my mind ain’t no rappin’ n*gga
a n*gga reach for this chain then it’s bad for n*ggas
let these n*ggas play wit’ me it’s gon’ get hectic in this b*tch
hundred shots, spin this runner, while i set trip in the whip
protected by these ghetto angels plus this weapon on my hip
and we a hop out leave a mess just for messin’ wit’ the clique
i won’t let a n*gga check me better go and check that b*tch
’cause if you come at me wrong we gon’ make you rest in p*ss on it
[outro: pimp tobi]
skrtin’ down his block we ain’t stoppin’ at no stop signs
pull up, hit the break, pop the door, f*ck a drive by
n*ggas hatin’ on me n*gga i don’t even know why
i’ve been out the way n*gga tryna get that check right
aye, i been tryna get that check right
drop a n*gga then i’m gone on the next flight
this choppa get to singin’ like it’s left eye
b*tch i don’t even wanna f*ck with the neck like
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