Tip Top (feat. Guap Tarantino & MSA PG)

Lyrics

Yeah
 Yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah
 Yeah
 PG, yeah
 One time, yeah
 Run that back, Turbo
 Big Guap
 Watch a nigga scatter when the shots fired
 Catch a bad bitch and fuck her one time, yeah (woo)
 Bangin' five star like Dallas (woo)
 And my Crip partner got Pateks (racks)
 Money real green like lettuce, yeah (woo)
 Neighbor real pussy, why they tellin'? (Yeah)
 And you know slime bringin' big blocks (slatt, slatt)
 Came from nothin', now we at the tip-top (tip-top)
 With big Guap, big bags
 Smash off in the 'Cat, leave a mark like turd
 'Bout 1'5, we'll put 'em in a hearse
 Young nigga shit, park the Bentley on the curb
 Got a big bag with a strap, no purse
 Playin' with gang, go'n 'head, see a nurse
 Yeah, I'm gettin' paper, I ain't waitin' for the first
 Yeah, yeah, big drip alert
 Yeah, bitches wan' fuck on young Big Guap
 'Cause they know that Big Guap is havin' a check (woo)
 I had to show these old niggas that young niggas was gon' go big on these vets (woo)
 Got in the booth and went got me a check
 And I told 'em to send it direct (racks, racks, racks)
 Hightop Fendi, wearin' the shoes, watch me flex (woo)
 Drop-top, and the coupe full, I got head (woo)
 Glock cocked and it pop, ooh, at your neck (woo)
 I got the racks in Crip blue like they Kenny
 Diamonds they lookin' like Pooh, yeah, they pretty
 Popped me a Perc' and went ooh on her titties
 Smokin' exotic, I'm zooted, I'm litty
 They didn't know what to do with the city
 I'ma fuck me on like two if they pretty
 I'ma pop me like two in a minute
 All on the floor, stack the racks to the ceiling (racks, racks, racks)
 Racks on my gown, I spent racks on my pendant
 Eliantte, boy, the chain on me tennis
 Come off the head, I eat a dinner to send me
 Stick full of lead, it gon' aim at your fitted
 Watch a nigga scatter when the shots fired
 Catch a bad bitch and fuck her one time, yeah (woo)
 Bangin' five star like Dallas (woo)
 And my Crip partner got Pateks (racks)
 Money real green like lettuce, yeah (woo)
 Neighbor real pussy, why they tellin'? (Yeah)
 And you know slime bringin' big blocks (slatt, slatt)
 Came from nothin', now we at the tip-top (tip-top)
 With big Guap, big bags
 Smash off in the 'Cat, leave a mark like turd
 'Bout 1'5, we'll put 'em in a hearse
 Young nigga shit, park the Bentley on the curb
 Got a big bag with a strap, no purse
 Playin' with gang, go'n 'head, see a nurse
 Yeah, I'm gettin' paper, I ain't waitin' for the first
 Yeah, yeah, big drip alert
 Told 'em we on our way up
 Fuck all the opps, if it's up then it's stuck
 Yeah, I pour me a deuce in my cup
 I smoke on exotic, them Percs, I eat up
 Yeah, these bitches, they bound to get fucked
 But I am no cop so why would I cough?
 Yeah, you know comin' up, it was rough
 Don't show me fake love, I done had enough
 All this water, my diamonds on fleek
 Give a fuck who you is, you ain't takin' from me
 No sleep, just creep when it come to beef
 Got a bad lil' bitch on the passenger seat
 Go pick the bitch up just to roll my weed
 Give me head one time, then she gotta leave
 YSL, Glock Block, I'm with FBG
 We'll wipe your nose, you ain't gotta sneeze
 Water my neck, my wrist, my diamonds on freeze
 Bitch beggin' me to stop, make the bitch say please
 Yeah, I'm a big Crip, some of my homies bleed
 And if you kickin' shit, probably wouldn't say cheese
 You can come get your bitch, yeah, been on her knees
 And we ain't nothin' like the rats, but we want all the cheese
 I'm runnin' the money with Guap and Lil Keed
 Like we from the 9, we play for the keeps
 Watch a nigga scatter when the shots fired (shots fired)
 Catch a bad bitch and fuck her one time, yeah (one time)
 Bangin' five star like Dallas (Dallas)
 And my Crip partner got Pateks (got Pateks)
 Money real green like lettuce, yeah (like lettuce)
 Neighbor real pussy, why they tellin'? (Tellin')
 And you know slime bringin' big blocks (big blocks)
 Came from nothin', now we at the tip-top (tip-top)
 With big Guap, big bags (big bags)
 Smash off in the 'Cat, leave a mark like turd (skrrt)
 'Bout 1'5, we'll put 'em in a hearse (in a hearse)
 Young nigga shit, park the Bentley on the curb (on the curb)
 Got a big bag with a strap, no purse (no purse)
 Playin' with gang, go'n 'head, see a nurse (ee the nurse)
 Yeah, I'm gettin' paper, I ain't waitin' for the first (for the first)
 Yeah, yeah, big drip alert (yeah)
 ♪
 Run that back, Turbo
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:28
Key
4
Tempo
130 BPM

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