No Tipping
I got 50 in my dickies
Sat at the trap while I'm rolling some sticky
I want the racks, I ain't doin' no tipping
I'm at the back, If you want it come get it
I'm tryna beat up the block like Tekken
I got pressure what the fuck is you selling?
I know I'ma blow-oh, Lil Tecca
He try to go then you know I'ma stretch 'em
Step like a toe and that shit be forever
She act like a hoe tell her get it together
(FAH)
Send a fuck nigga straight to heaven
On the north of my city get hot like a desert
2016 Used to treat me like a peasant
Now I got packs, wrap it up like a present
I done got hot and these niggas got jealous
How you gon hate on yo own nigga
(What the fuck nigga)
That be that lame shit
Me and my niggas we wildin'
Violent, we gon pull up onnat gang shit
14 I was robbin' to get me a dollar
Ya dig? Still on the same shit
My court counselor couldn't tame this
Had no guidance so I'm dangerous
Y'all niggas funny Kenan and Kel
Crash dummy he got up and he fail
I want the money, can't go back to jail
I'm on my grind like I'm skating a rail
It's too many junkies to not make a sale
This come out of state so the white lookin pale
It's crazy I barely trust my own scale
50 Shots knock em outta his shell
I got 50 in my dickies
Sat at the trap while I'm rolling some sticky
I want the racks, I ain't doin' no tipping
I'm at the back, If you want it come get it
I'm tryna beat up the block like Tekken
I got pressure what the fuck is you selling?
I know I'ma blow-oh, Lil Tecca
He try to go then you know I'ma stretch 'em
Sat at the trap while I'm rolling some sticky
I want the racks, I ain't doin' no tipping
I'm at the back, If you want it come get it
I'm tryna beat up the block like Tekken
I got pressure what the fuck is you selling?
I know I'ma blow-oh, Lil Tecca
He try to go then you know I'ma stretch 'em
Step like a toe and that shit be forever
She act like a hoe tell her get it together
(FAH)
Send a fuck nigga straight to heaven
On the north of my city get hot like a desert
2016 Used to treat me like a peasant
Now I got packs, wrap it up like a present
I done got hot and these niggas got jealous
How you gon hate on yo own nigga
(What the fuck nigga)
That be that lame shit
Me and my niggas we wildin'
Violent, we gon pull up onnat gang shit
14 I was robbin' to get me a dollar
Ya dig? Still on the same shit
My court counselor couldn't tame this
Had no guidance so I'm dangerous
Y'all niggas funny Kenan and Kel
Crash dummy he got up and he fail
I want the money, can't go back to jail
I'm on my grind like I'm skating a rail
It's too many junkies to not make a sale
This come out of state so the white lookin pale
It's crazy I barely trust my own scale
50 Shots knock em outta his shell
I got 50 in my dickies
Sat at the trap while I'm rolling some sticky
I want the racks, I ain't doin' no tipping
I'm at the back, If you want it come get it
I'm tryna beat up the block like Tekken
I got pressure what the fuck is you selling?
I know I'ma blow-oh, Lil Tecca
He try to go then you know I'ma stretch 'em
Credits
Writer(s): Jasean Henderson
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