Tip Toe By Roddy Ricch ft. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie
Rose gold Rollie on a *** 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 *** with bougie ***, *** a hood ho
Hit that *** from the back and told her ditto
Seen the jakes and a *** 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 ‘n’ go
Serving junkies out the window
Tried to rob us, got extendo
We ain’t playing no pretendo
Sipping on this codeine, a *** 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
*** a ***, I had to grab her by the waist
Hit the *** ’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 *** 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 *** 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 *** with bougie ***, *** a hood ho
Hit that *** from the back and told her ditto
Seen the jakes and a *** 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 ‘n’ go
Serving junkies out the window
Tried to rob us, got extendo
We ain’t playing no pretendo
Balenciaga-wearin’-ass ***
Hoodied up with a mask, ***
*** snatched now you want it back, ***
I just hope you don’t go and rat, ***
Long johns right under the strap, ***
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, ***
I came around with five, Roddy came with six
And we got eleven straps with us
*** with my ride-or-die
Holes in your body, ***, like SpongeBob
And backflipping go ta-da-da, ta-da-da
***, I know magic ***
Rose gold Rollie on a *** 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 *** with bougie ***, *** a hood ho
Hit that *** from the back and told her ditto
Seen the jakes and a *** 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 ‘n’ go
Serving junkies out the window
Tried to rob us, got extendo
We ain’t playing no pretendo
Why you wifin’ on a flip ho?
Why you wifin’ on a flip ho?
