Tip Toe lyrics

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
Rose gold Rollie, I'm the n*gga put the whole damn hood on, huh
Patron of the New, I had put the drip on
Ask me how many n*ggas I done put on
My private planes 'bout to fly with the good old
I f*ck with bougie b*tches, f*ck a hood ho
Hit that b*tch from the back and told her ditto
Seen the jakes and a n*gga 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 tip-toe
Why you wifin' on a flip ho?
Brought the strap, I'm playin' give 'n' go
Serving junkies out the window
Tried to rob us, got extendo
We ain't playin', no pretendo

[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
Sipping on this codeine, a n*gga gotta speak my mind, mm-mm
I remember we was havin' po-po 'nem behind, yeah, yeah
I'm gettin' money, I can see the hate inside his eyes, yeah, yeah, huh
f*ck a b*tch, I had to grab her by the waist
Hit the pus*y '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 an Arabic b*tch inside of the face
And I got the hood damn near riding every day
Putting money on the opps, no face, no case
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
Rose gold Rollie, I'm the n*gga put the whole damn hood on, huh
Patron of the New, I had put the drip on
Ask me how many n*ggas I done put on
My private planes 'bout to fly with the good old
I f*ck with bougie b*tches, f*ck a hood ho
Hit that b*tch from the back and told her ditto
Seen the jakes and a n*gga 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 tip-toe
Why you wifin' on a flip ho?
Brought the strap, I'm playin' give 'n' go
Serving junkies out the window
Tried to rob us, got extendo
We ain't playin', no pretendo

[Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Balenciaga wearin' ass n*gga
Hoodied up with a mask, n*gga
sh*t snatched now you want it back, n*gga
I just hope you don't go and rat, n*gga
Long johns right under the strap, n*gga
That's for you staring ass n*ggas
Sawed-off head tap, double-tap n*ggas
That's for you rat n*ggas
No, I can't do no nine to five
Nah-nah-nah I went to work with the strap, n*gga
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, n*gga, like SpongeBob
And backflipping go ta-da-da, ta-da-da
n*gga, I know magic
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
Rose gold Rollie, I'm the n*gga put the whole damn hood on, huh
Patron of the New, I had put the drip on
Ask me how many n*ggas I done put on
My private planes 'bout to fly with the good old
I f*ck with bougie b*tches, f*ck a hood ho
Hit that b*tch from the back and told her ditto
Seen the jakes and a n*gga 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 tip-toe
Why you wifin' on a flip ho?
Brought the strap, I'm playin' give 'n' go
Serving junkies out the window
Tried to rob us, got extendo
We ain't playin', no pretendo