Tiptoe (feat. YungRitz)
Tiptoe tiptoe what is even love tho
Looking at your girl I wonder why you fell for a hoe
Tiptoe tiptoe what is even love tho
Looking at your girl I wonder why you fell for a hoe
You got the looks you can cook got the books got the money
Boy you funny oh shit you aint me tho
I be tuning up the bass while I'm recording all my music
Went back to my crib looked at my girl and said the I don't need it
So I'm hitting my boys line and asking when its time to shine
And we go run up on the one that fucks us over I wanna get this over
I be looking at it now and my boys lost his crown
I told him keep that head up high and we go catch yourself a baddie
Told him time to party play like PlayBoi Carti
Get in the car its not to far
Walked in the front door know we run it
Ye this is our shit
NS up in here I aint finna disappear
We see whos here but fuck the fear speakers pumping windows down
I got my hoes all around with the boys its party time
I haven't been at this for a very long time but
Tiptoe-toe tiptoe what is even love tho
Looking at your girl I wonder why you fell for a hoe
You got the looks you can cook got the books
Got the money boy you funny oh shit you aint me tho
We back in this shit and we gonna make a hit boy
Make it to the top we aint never gonna stop
Don't be disrespectful look at me when I talk
I told you look me in the eyes
Looked at your boys and you said why
Looked at my boys its time to shine got down to business
You aint laughing
Grabbed the bats and started smashing
1234 all your boys are on the floor
5678 we waiting for the court date
9-10-11-12 i fucked your girl she doing well
Threw a quarter in a well and she on my dick now
Bitch I swear to god that you don't know me
Pull up with the guys and yes I shoot'em like I'm Koby
Bitch the iron on me like my name is fucking Tony
Lately I've been chilling I've been cooling with my homies
Remember I was lonely
Now I am a dope fean
Sitting here with dope dreams
Bitch I swear I smoke green
I've been balling out making bands with the whole team
He say do you got me I say no there is no need
Then you walk away come back give him nosebleeds
I know that this shit was lethal that's why I procced
Huh huh huh you don't know me huh huh huh
She my trophy
Say it again so that bitch gonna notice me
I said like yes I write this shit like poetry
Oh wait your girl ye you know her she blowing me
Told you she notice me
Cause I tiptoe huh with a pistol huh
Some may say I'm a phsyco path and some may I'm ripped
Some may say I beat but you don't see the drip
I ain't a fool I don't play with the mother fucking Crips
All I do is sit at home and eat my mother fucking chips
Imma stay lit imma make a salad and fuck my bitch instead
When I'm done ill pass her off to my fucking friends
When they done they're life is gonna end
I don't play little games follow my leader end up dead
This ain't a gang it ain't a crew its just some friends
Step on me they step on you your world is finna end
Like a tiptoe huh
Looking at your girl I wonder why you fell for a hoe
Tiptoe tiptoe what is even love tho
Looking at your girl I wonder why you fell for a hoe
You got the looks you can cook got the books got the money
Boy you funny oh shit you aint me tho
I be tuning up the bass while I'm recording all my music
Went back to my crib looked at my girl and said the I don't need it
So I'm hitting my boys line and asking when its time to shine
And we go run up on the one that fucks us over I wanna get this over
I be looking at it now and my boys lost his crown
I told him keep that head up high and we go catch yourself a baddie
Told him time to party play like PlayBoi Carti
Get in the car its not to far
Walked in the front door know we run it
Ye this is our shit
NS up in here I aint finna disappear
We see whos here but fuck the fear speakers pumping windows down
I got my hoes all around with the boys its party time
I haven't been at this for a very long time but
Tiptoe-toe tiptoe what is even love tho
Looking at your girl I wonder why you fell for a hoe
You got the looks you can cook got the books
Got the money boy you funny oh shit you aint me tho
We back in this shit and we gonna make a hit boy
Make it to the top we aint never gonna stop
Don't be disrespectful look at me when I talk
I told you look me in the eyes
Looked at your boys and you said why
Looked at my boys its time to shine got down to business
You aint laughing
Grabbed the bats and started smashing
1234 all your boys are on the floor
5678 we waiting for the court date
9-10-11-12 i fucked your girl she doing well
Threw a quarter in a well and she on my dick now
Bitch I swear to god that you don't know me
Pull up with the guys and yes I shoot'em like I'm Koby
Bitch the iron on me like my name is fucking Tony
Lately I've been chilling I've been cooling with my homies
Remember I was lonely
Now I am a dope fean
Sitting here with dope dreams
Bitch I swear I smoke green
I've been balling out making bands with the whole team
He say do you got me I say no there is no need
Then you walk away come back give him nosebleeds
I know that this shit was lethal that's why I procced
Huh huh huh you don't know me huh huh huh
She my trophy
Say it again so that bitch gonna notice me
I said like yes I write this shit like poetry
Oh wait your girl ye you know her she blowing me
Told you she notice me
Cause I tiptoe huh with a pistol huh
Some may say I'm a phsyco path and some may I'm ripped
Some may say I beat but you don't see the drip
I ain't a fool I don't play with the mother fucking Crips
All I do is sit at home and eat my mother fucking chips
Imma stay lit imma make a salad and fuck my bitch instead
When I'm done ill pass her off to my fucking friends
When they done they're life is gonna end
I don't play little games follow my leader end up dead
This ain't a gang it ain't a crew its just some friends
Step on me they step on you your world is finna end
Like a tiptoe huh
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Writer(s): Brayden Boyle
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