Song Lyrics

Rose gold Rollie on a nigga
Put the whole damn hood on, huh
Patron of the New I had to put the drip on
Ask me how many niggas I done put on
My private planes 'bout to fly with the good old
I f*ck with boujie bitches, f*ck a hood ho
Hit that bitch from the back and told her ditto
Seen the jakes and a nigga had to get low
She looking at the Patek like some Skittles
Her husband been talking tough, I turned her widow
Giuseppe got me on my tiptoe
Why you wifin' on a flip ho?
Bought the strap, playing give and go
Serving junkies out the window
Tried to rob us, got extendo
We ain't playing no pretendo

Sipping on this Codeine
A nigga gotta speak my mind, mm-mm
I remember we was having popo'nem behind, yeah, yeah
I'm gettin' money, I can see the hate inside his eyes
Yeah, yeah, huh
F*ck a bitch, I had to grab her by the waist
Hit the pussy 'til I knock it outta place
In the V12, get a lot of face
Spare the details, finished on her face
And I had the strap when I caught my case
Just got the grow house, started in the bay
I made a hundred plays in a day
Put a AP bitch inside of the face
And I got the hood down, they riding every day
Putting money on the opps, no face, no case

Rose gold Rollie on a nigga
Put the whole damn hood on, huh
Patron of the New I had to put the drip on
Ask me how many niggas I done put on
My private planes 'bout to fly with the good old
I f*ck with boujie bitches, f*ck a hood ho
Hit that bitch from the back and told her ditto
Seen the jakes and a nigga had to get low
She looking at the Patek like some Skittles
Her husband been talking tough, I turned her widow
Giuseppe got me on my tiptoe
Why you wifin' on a flip ho?
Bought the strap, playing give and go
Serving junkies out the window
Tried to rob us, got extendo
We ain't playing no pretendo

Balenciaga-wearin'-ass nigga
Hoodied up with a mask, nigga
Shit snatched now you want it back, nigga
I just hope you don't go and rat, nigga
Long johns right under the strap, nigga
That's for you staring ass niggas
Sawed-off head tap, double-tap niggas
That's for you rat niggas
No, I can't do no nine to five
Nah-nah-nah I went to work with the strap, nigga
I came around with five, Roddy came with six
And we got eleven straps with us
F*ck with my ride-or-die
Holes in your body, nigga
Like SpongeBob and backflipping
Go ta-da-da, ta-da-da
Nigga, I know magic nigga

Rose gold Rollie on a nigga
Put the whole damn hood on, huh
Patron of the New I had to put the drip on
Ask me how many niggas I done put on
My private planes 'bout to fly with the good old
I f*ck with bougie bitches, f*ck a hood ho
Hit that bitch from the back and told her ditto
Seen the jakes and a nigga had to get low
She looking at the Patek like some Skittles
Her husband been talking tough, I turned her widow
Giuseppe got me on my tiptoe
Why you wifin' on a flip ho?
Bought the strap, playing give and go
Serving junkies out the window
Tried to rob us, got extendo
We ain't playing no pretendo

Gianni Van Den Brom, Julius Dubose, Pilgrim Pilgrim, Rodrick Moore

The duration of Tip Toe is 3:05 minutes and seconds.