In "2k tip," bleood, SlimeGetEm, and FullyChop turn flexing into a threat, stacking designer labels and cash against gunfire and grudges. The repeated command to kill idols twists ambition into violence, suggesting that even admiration ends in a body. Lavish spending, like the two-thousand-dollar tip, sits beside hunting blocks and splitting wigs, so wealth never softens the danger. The song moves through lust, paranoia, and retaliation without remorse, treating betrayal and bloodshed as routine. The emotional message is cold survival: stay armed, stay paid, and trust no one.
2k tip Lyrics by bleood
(Feat. SlimeGetEm, FullyChop)
Kill your idols, hahaha
Yeah, I got some brand-new Chrome Hearts jeans just to sag these bitches
AR-15, no stock, got kick
Best duck your taco ‘fore your wig get split
Put a Celine choker on my bitch
Like a Meister no Moka when I got my blick
Just got some lobster pizza, dropped a 2K tip
New cop, shittin’, new cop, shittin’
Talk shit, his baby, we puntin’ (Punt, punt, punt, punt, punt, bee)
So much za, bitch, I got the munchies
Need a thick ho that’s a munch, yeah
Posted on your block, we huntin’
Tentacle, your ho givin’ suction (Yeah)
Trackstar, too easy to run ’em (Boop-boop-boop)
She wan’ my IG, I don’t run it
Oh, that’s your ho, she gave me blumpkin
I’m fuckin’ up money and only gettin’ hundreds (Bee)
She said this can’t all fit, too locked in, bitch, clock in
Two cribs on this whole ‘fit
You gon’ get lynched, promise you, bitch
Rock out, bitch, Sid Vicious
One shot out, caught an assist
I’m spendin’— (Switch)
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah (SlimeGetEm, hahaha)
Me and bleed tryna slide, you know we goin’ crazy (Me and bleed)
Glock 10 with a switch, I don’t do no .38 (Bah, bah)
I just fuck niggas girlfriends, so that’s why niggas hate me (I fucked them, I fuck ’em crazy)
Bad bitch with a BBL said she wan’ rape me (She bad as shit, ah)
She want me to pin her, she said get ’em taken (She want me to pin her)
Niggas broke as shit, they ain’t on nothin’, they lazy (SlimeGetEm)
Makin’ blood spill out a niggas head like it’s gravy (Bah, bah)
Put Drac’ on his durag, I don’t care if he wavy (Bah, bah, bah)
My bitch look like Dash, she remind me of Stacey (Like Stacey, like Stacey)
I’m a Crip with that switch, shoot a nigga like the Navy (Brrt, brrt)
I was shootin’ that switch, now there’s blood on they head (Bah, blood)
Guarantee I got— (Switch)
Talkin’ ’bout squashin’ shit (Ah)
Said, “Boy, pick a coffin”
F-fuckin’ up the moshpit (Ah)
She suckin’ on raw dick
Money long, ostrich
She wan’ Ally my Austin
Tell ’em boys, “Catch up quick”
In this spaceship evolvin’
I smell like Celine and JPG
But her pussy some crawfish (Bee, bee)
This Hedi Slimane on my tee
GLS or GLE? (Bee)
These Chrome Hearts jeans, they cost a fee
Baby, what you tryna be?
I love Gen5, but got the Gen3
It’s a Chrome dinosaur on me (Bee, b— switch)
If he run, you keep on shootin’ until he slip and fall backwards (Shoot ’em dead)
Rollin’ up Doc, mix it with grabba
Rap and clap, really a factor
You want smoke? Just puff and pass it
Roll up [?] just stay in county (Ah)
He got took ‘fore I was booked
I got back, like how that happen? (Ah)
Micro Drac’, this bitch on E
Bump the trap and they ain’t bappin’
I know hoes that’ll fuck us and fuck the opps, to them it’s fun
On the Zoom, I saw my judge, head down, knew what it was (A-ah)
I’m SlimeGetEm, bitch, I get evil on the ‘Gram (SlimeGetEm)
Bitch, I kill my idol, I don’t need a friend (I kill my idol)
Bitch, I kill my idol, I might’ve grew sense (Kill your idols)
Bitch, I kill my idol, put switch on his chin (Kill your shitty idols)
I-I don’t run it (Boop-boop-boop)
Oh, that’s your ho, she gave me blumpkin
I’m fuckin’ up money and only gettin’ hundreds (Bee)
She said this can’t all fit, too locked in, bitch, clock in
Two cribs on—
