Toot Dat

(Toot dat, toot dat, toot dat Toot dat, toot dat, toot dat Toot dat, toot- Toot dat, toot dat, toot dat Toot dat, toot dat, toot dat Toot dat, toot-) GOTTHATBEATFROM JUMBO She toot that I like that Keep GAT on a nigga, I don't fight, scrap I don't beef on the internet Look, nigga, I don't beef with the soldiers She gotta toot that C'moooon lil' bitch come and toot that Won, then I leave, yeah, I flew back Philly Goats, ah We got the crew back Nah, nah We got the crew back Walk in the party and these bitches like, "who that?" Nigga, who you scrap? When he talk crazy, my brodie gon' shoot that Fresh shit like the '80's, I feel like Dababy My nigga gon' pull up He pull up, Mercedes These bitches go crazy like, how can you play me? I shoot from the three, they screamin' out "Tracy!" I be revvin' the engine, they screamin' out, "race me!" I got the cash on me, I be chasin' I got the mask on me, I be Jason I'm on they ass, yeah, I be pacin' (toot- yuh!) Pull up, shit get cranky Pull to the show for the backends I got the ball, they be whacking Don't pass the ball, I be jacking Screw me a buck, I be clapping Yo, Dyce you never pass the ball! Chill, I'm 'bout to pass it, bro Lemme see! Oh, Sou, you got it Ahhh, I'm, Imma shoot, hold on Ahhhhh (buh!) My niggas shoot from the three We walk in the party, start hittin' the lean (uh!) And these bitches be fucking for free And I walk in the party, these diamonds be dancin' You can't even see He take my flow, he tryna be me Pull up to the show, they like "Take off, PG" I'm in LA and I feel like Eazy-E From Compton We got them drums, so we like a band lil' nigga So you know we be stompin' Ah, ah, ah, toot dat Ah, ah, ah toot dat! Toot, toot, toot I tell my shoota's, "shoot, shoot, shoot" Bitch ain't fuckin', she get the boot She keep cryin' like, who, who you? Get in the bag and I'm gettin' it pronto Fuckin' with me, it's like hittin' the lotto We set the trends, you know they gon' follow And I be talking my shit like I'm Ralo Bitch on my dick and she ready to swallow Niggas be hype, I stay on the side, bro Hop out the cut, try to blick it with us Opp right there, we'll send him to his maker Fuck all that hot shit Nigga, we'll bake ya Bitches on dick 'cause they know we the shakest Rollin' this pack while I'm laughing at haters Get to this cash, so you know I be chasin' (yuh!) She gotta toot that C'moooon lil' bitch come and toot that Won, then I leave, yeah, I flew back Philly Goats, ah We got the crew back Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay Ay, Ay, Ay