Tip Toe (feat. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie)

Rose gold Rollie on a nigga put the whole damn hood on
 Bet you had to know I had put the drip on
 Ask me how many niggas I done put on
 My private planes 'bout to fly with the good old
 I fuck with bougie bitches, fuck a hood ho
 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 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 nigga 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
 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 riding every day
 Putting money on the opps, no face, no case
 Rose gold Rollie on a nigga put the whole damn hood on
 Bet had to you know I had put the drip on
 Ask me how many niggas I done put on
 My private planes 'bout to fly with the good old
 I fuck with bougie bitches, fuck a hood ho
 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 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 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 backflipping go ta-da-da, ta-da-da
 Nigga, I know magic
 Rose gold Rollie on a nigga put the whole damn hood on
 Bet you had to know I had put the drip on
 Ask me how many niggas I done put on
 My private planes 'bout to fly with the good old
 I fuck with bougie bitches, fuck a hood ho
 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 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