Collins Ave

Album cover art for "Collins Ave" by Toohda Band$

Toohda Band$ - Rap

Collins Ave

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[Intro] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) (Funk or Die), yeah HME, FOD, nigga (Crown, you a fool for this shit, nigga) [Verse] They say it's lonely at the top, well, it was lonely at the bottom Nigga, ain't no shortage, what you need? Bro, we got 'em I can smell a nigga hatin', look close, gotta watch 'em (Watch that nigga) Couple niggas breathin', when I catch him, I'ma pop him I be talkin' cash, niggas tryna switch the topic Nigga got popped, he ain't doin' shit about it How you rap and you ain't got no dog shit up in your pocket? (Like what the fuck?) Pressure bust pipes, niggas folding like a wallet Ask Tay, when I caught that lil' case, kept it solid (Shh) Bitches laugh at you, you be walkin' 'round childish Instagram beefin', niggas doin' all that howlin' Have bro come and wet your whole block, he gon' drown it I'm astounded, niggas out herе wildin' Your lil' brother dead and you flew your ass to Cali (Bitch) Niggas rap beefin', I'm just sippin' lеan in Maui Hit another state, get that bag, then I'm outtie Niggas really mad 'cause they can't do shit about me My bitch got me hooked, she done sucked the soul out me You buyin' bitches bag, she can't get no clothes out me (Never) I can't do no lackin', always keep some poles 'round me Where they at? Hit they block, leave 'em flat Nigga, you ain't talkin' money, I'ma hit you back A pretty bitch with no money, I'm not hittin' that (Never) That dead nigga on your shirt, you can't get him back I get money every day, no problem You be sittin' on your ass, boy, you childish Chillin' in Miami, blowin' weed down on Collins I put this shit together, I ain't never use a stylist How you cuffin' on that ho? You ain't heard she got some mileage? (You ain't heard?) The way she gave me brain, could've swear she went to college I been high all day, man, I should've been a pilot Nigga, don't stop, blow the light, there the sirens Yeah, take a risk, hit the road, hit or miss Grab a Faygo from the store, no Sierra Mist Told my bitch to grab her bag, we finna take a trip Put the Drakey in the bag, I can make it slip

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  • Toohda Band$