Tip Toe YSN Flow
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[Intro]
Ghost Rage
[Chorus]
That boy said he don't like me
Prolly 'cause his bitch like me
A Glock and a Tommy
They both dirty with some bodies
Big rich but I'm not Roddy
Foreign hoe, make her my thotty
[Verse 1]
Pretty bitch say she from Cali'
Know she blow away the D
I get hoes from out of state and fuck em in the B and B
I can tell that boy a hoe, it ain't that hard for me to see
He gon' think I'm coppin' bag until I truck him out his piece
Because I'm like that
If I put a bag up on your head, no, you won't like that
If you do that textin' and that typin', I won't type back
40 got a 30 full of lightin' and it strike fast
Pump fear in the gang make him rethink his whole life track
Gang, gang, screamin', "Gang, gang", until the game change
Lil' nigga really in the street shit, let it bang, bang
Slang, slang, she can't take the dick, she say I slang, slang
Remember hoes that curved me, now I got fame in the same name
Tip toe, creepin' round these hoes
They put this Glock through the window
When I let off shots, you better tell them niggas get low
Marksman with this Glock, best believe that I won't hit low
Kill him then I rob him, police thinkin' where his shit go?
You a bitch nigga, why you keep that stick, nigga?
Go head off the plug and now I'm feelin' like I'm rich nigga
He say he won't fade, well, tell that bitch I got the clips, nigga
You want a clip, nigga?
Ghost Rage
[Chorus]
That boy said he don't like me
Prolly 'cause his bitch like me
A Glock and a Tommy
They both dirty with some bodies
Big rich but I'm not Roddy
Foreign hoe, make her my thotty
[Verse 1]
Pretty bitch say she from Cali'
Know she blow away the D
I get hoes from out of state and fuck em in the B and B
I can tell that boy a hoe, it ain't that hard for me to see
He gon' think I'm coppin' bag until I truck him out his piece
Because I'm like that
If I put a bag up on your head, no, you won't like that
If you do that textin' and that typin', I won't type back
40 got a 30 full of lightin' and it strike fast
Pump fear in the gang make him rethink his whole life track
Gang, gang, screamin', "Gang, gang", until the game change
Lil' nigga really in the street shit, let it bang, bang
Slang, slang, she can't take the dick, she say I slang, slang
Remember hoes that curved me, now I got fame in the same name
Tip toe, creepin' round these hoes
They put this Glock through the window
When I let off shots, you better tell them niggas get low
Marksman with this Glock, best believe that I won't hit low
Kill him then I rob him, police thinkin' where his shit go?
You a bitch nigga, why you keep that stick, nigga?
Go head off the plug and now I'm feelin' like I'm rich nigga
He say he won't fade, well, tell that bitch I got the clips, nigga
You want a clip, nigga?
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