TIP TOE lyrics

[Intro]
Huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, Ayowiththemayo
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Big booty b*tches want the drop on me
New Balenciagas, yeah, they be lookin' like they socks on me
Walk into submission 'cause you know I got the knots on me (Uh, uh)
When I get a check, feel like the lottery
Yeah, I smoke a lot of weed
No, you not as high as me
Your boy with the plottery (Uh, huh), I can't plot on me
'Cause I'm never asleep, tip toein', can't make a peep
Let me catch my motherf*ckin' breath (Asthma)
I been runnin' from these nats to a f*ckin' check (A check)
Last time in a foreign, Tay was pushin' almost had a wreck
Last time I sipped a little high tech, I had overslept (I'm sleepy)
I'm f*ckin' that bih off the addy, make the bed wet (The bed wet)
I gave her that mornin' wood, she went and made me breakfast (Brr)
You talkin' that big cap, sayin' you killer I ain't dead yet (Big cap)
I'm with TT runnin' the pack, I'm like, yeah, yeah
That boy he better be cool before this sh*t get tragic (Uh, huh)
Why he tryna act like me and Jo, ain't savage (Uh, huh)
These b*tches really be thinkin' I love 'em, I be actin'
I'm big ol' slime, [?] no, I ain't askin' (Askin')
And when I die, bury me in a Louis, Vlone casket ('Lone casket)
You don't make no real VVS, your sh*t lookin' like some plastic (Like some plastic)
I know that she a fiend 'cause the way she walkin' nasty (She walkin' nasty)
I keep on copping sh*t, I'm addicted to this fashion (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
sh*t don't make no sense (No sense)
These n*ggas goin' out sad, not us (Not us)
Feel like Steve Jobs 'cause we got Macs up (Macs up)
n*ggas talkin' down, that sh*t don't add up
Like my b*tch mean, bad, and ratchet (Ratchet)
Suck me 'til I'm sleep lil' baby, that's it (That's it)
Heard your man got pop, pop, popped like a zit (A zit)
All these n*ggas switchin' up for clout like a b*tch (A b*tch)
[Outro]
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