Tip Off

Said it's smoke told bro to grab the 4 nick You niggas gay as f*ck, need to go and buy a pole stick Nigga ask me if I hit his bitch but I don't know shit That's the last question I'd be asking all the bros Damn, Im like litter to your bitch, she keep throwing pussy You know yo dog ain't no shit in the cut with some real bullies Said he having paper but I caught him trying to steal cookies Said say he having paper but I caught him with the same hoodie Aw shit, 11 shots made him hit the floor White boys working up the block but it ain't no snow You know you having money when the bankroll even fold fold Get to acting funny around the bitches but your ass a ho Yeah, they put a poster up for me cause I'm M.I.A Me and lil' bitch bougie only got RC taste, Done with the vets and the tracks like the RT race Plug get the load at 2 o'clock, no I won't be late Yeah, yo lil' bitch gone, she just f*ck me for a 8th Drac leave em' with a shit bag, he had to potty train Yeah, we might have the same drip on but we is not the same Yeah, Lil solo alley-oop the hoes to me and pass five to ray I got a big ass chop, nah I'm not gonna play Ain't no room for two on this bitch, this a cargo plane Runner might get runner of the year for Wells Fargo plays Beating on this bitch from the back, that is not your bae Trap going crazy, get it jumping like the tip-off 28 for 220, short em 3 just like I'm Chris Paul Bitch wanna f*ck the gang, I told her take her pants off Brodie tripping, trying to kill a fiend, he served em fentanyl Yeah, stabbing on yo' bitch on Halloween, she a exorcist You ain't got no money to your name, you got deficits Only got your number just to f*ck, we ain't messaging Yeah, I can never get sick, blow tree, and sip medicine But anyways, I let him talk, I'm trying to speak today I should not be around the poor, that's what the preachers say Flashing up the block Im shooting movies, yeah I'm with CK Thinking that you tripping, on lil trip, you gon' meet your mate Dog ass tripping in the function, he just spilled my drank Man broke, bitch, she just broke as hell, she can't fill her tank Just throw the vest away, cause when we spin, we gon' hit yo' face Nigga high as hell, off the Za, he might think he laced Yeah, I'm a vet with this shit, you a real dad Brodie trapping, trying to get to work, he took the pills from me 10K And then saw a hunnit, you got a little money He heard off a Y4L hit his bitch and he still cutffin, Need to put that gun down, nigga ain't gon' kill none Sales going crazy, trap bumping, this a real run Let me show some paper to your bitch and have some real fun Percocet, need another dose, bitch, I can't feel none Said I wasn't having paper, I let the opps tell it Yeah, you a runner, you gon' get the pack from him, and still cannot sell it Heard they discontinued Morton Grove , I'm on the wock heavy All I see is red, I'm trying to murder, but I'm not Melly I'ma hit him with a left like I'm Forrest Griffin Visionary on the courtside, recording for the pistons Ignorant then a f*ck, my bitch mad, I don't never listen I'm somewhere up, boy you stuck, go clean that kitchen Damn, pull up black and white, look like I'm on television We our own boss, look like we just made a rebel business Brodie tripping, he got Trigger Finger on the metal itching They must love to be a loser, how the f*ck is you never winning What the hell