Lyrical Breakdown of Tip Toe (feat. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Rose gold Rollie on a nigga, put the whole damn hood on Heh, Patron of the New, I had to put the drip on Ask me how many niggas I done put on My private plane's 'bout to fly with the good old I fuck with bougie bitches, fuck a hood hoe Hit that bitch from the back and told her ditto Seen the jakes and a nigga had to get low She looking at the Patek like some Skittles Her husband been talkin' tough, I turned her widow Giuseppe got me on my tip toe Why you wifin' on a flip hoe? Bought the strap, but playin' give 'n' go Servin' junkies out the window Tried to rob us, got extendo We ain't playin' no pretendo Sippin' on this codeine, a nigga gotta speak my mind, mm-mm I remember we was havin' popo 'nem behind, yeah-yeah I'm gettin' money, I can see the hate inside his eyes, yeah-yeah-huh Fuck a bitch I had to grab her by the waist Hit the pussy 'til I knock it outta place In the V12, get a lot of face Spare the details, finished on her face And I had the strap when I caught my case Just got the grow house, started in the Bay I made a hundred plays in a day, put a AP bitch inside of the face And I got the hood down, they ridin' every day Puttin' money on the opps, no face, no case Rose gold Rollie on a nigga, put the whole damn hood on Heh, Patron of the New, I had to put the drip on Ask me how many niggas I done put on My private plane's 'bout to fly with the good old I fuck with bougie bitches, fuck a hood hoe Hit that bitch from the back and told her ditto Seen the jakes and a nigga had to get low She looking at the Patek like some Skittles Her husband been talkin' tough, I turned her widow Giuseppe got me on my tip toe Why you wifin' on a flip hoe? Bought the strap, but playin' give 'n' go Servin' junkies out the window Tried to rob us, got extendo We ain't playin' no pretendo Balenciaga wearin' ass nigga Hoodied up with a mask, nigga Shit snatched, now you want it back, nigga I just hope you don't go and rat, nigga Long Johns right under the strap, nigga That's for you staring ass niggas Sawed-off head tap, double tap niggas That's for you rat niggas No, I can't do no nine to five Nah-nah-nah, I went to work with the strap, nigga I came around with five, Roddy came with six And we got eleven straps with us Fuck with my ride-or-die Holes in your body, nigga, like SpongeBob And backflippin' go, ta-da-da, ta-da-da Nigga, I know magic Rose gold Rollie on a nigga, put the whole damn hood on Heh, Patron of the New, I had to put the drip on Ask me how many niggas I done put on My private plane's 'bout to fly with the good old I fuck with bougie bitches, fuck a hood hoe Hit that bitch from the back and told her ditto Seen the jakes and a nigga had to get low She looking at the Patek like some Skittles Her husband been talkin' tough, I turned her widow Giuseppe got me on my tip toe Why you wifin' on a flip hoe? Bought the strap, but playin' give 'n' go Servin' junkies out the window Tried to rob us, got extendo We ain't playin' no pretendo