Tip Toe (feat. A Boogie wit da Hoodie)

Rose gold Rollie on a nigga, put the whole damn hood on

Heh, Patron of the New, I had to put the drip on

Ask me how many niggas I done put on

My private plane's 'bout to fly with the good old

I fuck with bougie bitches, fuck a hood hoe

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 talkin' tough, I turned her widow

Giuseppe got me on my tip toe

Why you wifin' on a flip hoe?

Bought the strap, but playin' give 'n' go

Servin' junkies out the window

Tried to rob us, got extendo

We ain't playin' no pretendo

Sippin' on this codeine, a nigga gotta speak my mind, mm-mm

I remember we was havin' popo 'nem behind, yeah-yeah

I'm gettin' money, I can see the hate inside his eyes, yeah-yeah-huh

Fuck 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 ridin' every day

Puttin' money on the opps, no face, no case

Rose gold Rollie on a nigga, put the whole damn hood on

Heh, Patron of the New, I had to put the drip on

Ask me how many niggas I done put on

My private plane's 'bout to fly with the good old

I fuck with bougie bitches, fuck a hood hoe

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 talkin' tough, I turned her widow

Giuseppe got me on my tip toe

Why you wifin' on a flip hoe?

Bought the strap, but playin' give 'n' go

Servin' junkies out the window

Tried to rob us, got extendo

We ain't playin' 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

Fuck with my ride-or-die

Holes in your body, nigga, like SpongeBob

And backflippin' go, ta-da-da, ta-da-da

Nigga, I know magic

Rose gold Rollie on a nigga, put the whole damn hood on

Heh, Patron of the New, I had to put the drip on

Ask me how many niggas I done put on

My private plane's 'bout to fly with the good old

I fuck with bougie bitches, fuck a hood hoe

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 talkin' tough, I turned her widow

Giuseppe got me on my tip toe

Why you wifin' on a flip hoe?

Bought the strap, but playin' give 'n' go

Servin' junkies out the window

Tried to rob us, got extendo

We ain't playin' no pretendo