Tip Top
I put my Beats on when I'm beat hunting
They say they round money they don't see hunnids
They don't see hunnids
Yeah I've seen a lot but I ain't see nothing
I put my Beats on when I'm beat hunting
They say they round money they don't see hunnids
They don't see hunnids
Yeah I've seen a lot but I ain't see nothing
I put my beats on just to catch me a wave catch me a vibe
Now I'm sitting back tryna get high
Oh what's the time yeah its 5:55
Already off the wake up got the strap on my side
Won't catch me blind ya I'll never put it past one of these lil' niggas to draw the pistol down point it aim it and fire
Full of desire Kanye spit my soul through the wire
What's retire ain't no telling on what's gonna transpire
No bologna these niggas think they pimpin macaroni
But if you ask the bitch I bet it's a different story
But save that I ain't one for the pillow chat
Catch me with the dollars I find you where all the women at
Niggas need to get they head out the gutter
If you still got your mom and pops you better tell em you love em
That's what I'm stacking for to show my parents that ya boy can actual
Become a success even though that he took a tragic road
Damaged roads but they led to brighter days
Punctuation talk cause there's a lot that that comma say
Namaste bow to divinity that's within of me
Circle of ten friends at least two gon be ya enemy
One day may come to fisticuffs or gunplay
Feng shui flowing like a Bentley on the one way
OJ on the ice the fork got flambé
Ok im cappin that's chorizo on the napkin
How this happen how could I manage
The lifestyle of a savage dibble dabbing
In something random one hand up on the scanner
Making slappers and serving trappers
My lifestyle got some habits
I'm an addict to good weed and good head from a bad bitch
Say it again say it over again baby say it some mo
Don't you save my texts on ya phone
Say it again say it over again baby say it some mo
You fucking with the Trap to the Loc
Word up
Big hoes no tip toe I top tip wilily
Big shows and big rocks I been cocked Philly
Gold chains and hand guns like New Jack City
Big shine like big stars now who fuck with me
Big hoes no tip toe I top tip wilily
Big shows and big rocks I been cocked Philly
Gold chains and hand guns like New Jack City
Big shine like big stars now who fuck with me
Now who fuck with me
Cocaine and hand guns get ran through the city
Cocaine and hand guns get ran through the city
They say they round money they don't see hunnids
They don't see hunnids
Yeah I've seen a lot but I ain't see nothing
I put my Beats on when I'm beat hunting
They say they round money they don't see hunnids
They don't see hunnids
Yeah I've seen a lot but I ain't see nothing
I put my beats on just to catch me a wave catch me a vibe
Now I'm sitting back tryna get high
Oh what's the time yeah its 5:55
Already off the wake up got the strap on my side
Won't catch me blind ya I'll never put it past one of these lil' niggas to draw the pistol down point it aim it and fire
Full of desire Kanye spit my soul through the wire
What's retire ain't no telling on what's gonna transpire
No bologna these niggas think they pimpin macaroni
But if you ask the bitch I bet it's a different story
But save that I ain't one for the pillow chat
Catch me with the dollars I find you where all the women at
Niggas need to get they head out the gutter
If you still got your mom and pops you better tell em you love em
That's what I'm stacking for to show my parents that ya boy can actual
Become a success even though that he took a tragic road
Damaged roads but they led to brighter days
Punctuation talk cause there's a lot that that comma say
Namaste bow to divinity that's within of me
Circle of ten friends at least two gon be ya enemy
One day may come to fisticuffs or gunplay
Feng shui flowing like a Bentley on the one way
OJ on the ice the fork got flambé
Ok im cappin that's chorizo on the napkin
How this happen how could I manage
The lifestyle of a savage dibble dabbing
In something random one hand up on the scanner
Making slappers and serving trappers
My lifestyle got some habits
I'm an addict to good weed and good head from a bad bitch
Say it again say it over again baby say it some mo
Don't you save my texts on ya phone
Say it again say it over again baby say it some mo
You fucking with the Trap to the Loc
Word up
Big hoes no tip toe I top tip wilily
Big shows and big rocks I been cocked Philly
Gold chains and hand guns like New Jack City
Big shine like big stars now who fuck with me
Big hoes no tip toe I top tip wilily
Big shows and big rocks I been cocked Philly
Gold chains and hand guns like New Jack City
Big shine like big stars now who fuck with me
Now who fuck with me
Cocaine and hand guns get ran through the city
Cocaine and hand guns get ran through the city
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Writer(s): Richard Barrera
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