Lyrical Breakdown of Big Tipper (feat. Lil Keed) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Southside on the track, yeah

808 Mafia

Hey

I can tiptoe in her pussy like a Loub, Chanel (Ayy)

Harriet Tubman twenties, weigh 'em up on the scale (Ayy)

Hair down to her ass, caught her like Odell (Hey)

All my hoes get Rollie Pollies, mines up on the shelf (Let's go)

Kicked out the hotel, we smoking gas, who else, nigga?

Flooded belt buckle like a wrestler, yes, nigga

Better not try to tell me what you seen a nigga doin'

She not fuckin' with me, then her life is probably ruined

We can leave America and we can make a movie

Every single diamond on me dancing like a movie

Make lil' mama nut inside her pants just like a movie

Abracadaba, tight pussy, need a toothpick

Throw away the fives and some of the dimes

And then I got twenties and up

I come with the vibes and some of the guys

And I got a flooded Patek

I peep how you slide, I peep how you ride

And now they goin' off with your head

They know the reward's a hundred racks

So they gon' do all that they can

Don't tell me you ridin' if you not gon' ride

We don't got no time for that playin'

We don't come disguised we gangsters for life

My nigga, we showin' our hands

I had turned the vibe, my lil' wife, she'll never be single again

They hate and throw rice, we richer for life

I used to serve ice, yikes (Hey)

Big tipper, Big, Big Dipper

King spiller, bitch, king dripper

King killer, King, Godzilla

Fuck her every week, still ain't seen me, Marshmello

King Kuba, King Tut, Kuba

Black truck pull up on you just like Uber

Okay, I fuck her every night and she still ain't seen my eyes, ayy

I don't know the vibes so I introduce the ice

My lil' shawty hit a lick out a bando (Yeah)

Shawty came through 'bout tall as a man, whoa (Aw, yeah)

She won't come to you, ask, yes, you can go (Hey)

I got hitters on 175th, Chicago (Let's play)

Man, the feds done got my M's up, I'm gon' on

She got hit by the whole gang, her pussy jumped on (Woo)

Baby, tell me what you prayin' for (Uh)

That shit cap 'cause I'm the real McCoy (Yeah)

White diamonds on me, bitch, I'm pale

I got a baddie, fine, out of Israel

I keep like twenty pints of Actavis double sealed

I keep some Dubai shit on deck when I'm on chill, hey

I can tiptoe in her pussy like a Loub, Chanel (Ayy)

Harriet Tubman twenties, weigh 'em up on the scale (Ayy)

Hair down to her ass, caught her like Odell (Hey)

All my hoes get Rollie Pollies, mines up on the shelf (Let's go)

Yeah, I throw them racks on the blade

My baby, she mad, want me stay out of there, yeah

I drip this shit with Lil Gotit

We matching the shoes, the belt, yeah

Niggas, they know I'm the topic

They takin' they shot like the ref, yeah

Soon as you think you gon' try me

They leaving you dead in your step

Ridin' 'round like the army, we trippin' cars like Kyrie

My hoe want a Percocet, she pop more than you and me

Man, that pussy too wet, I don't care if she don't wanna top me

And state your number, I don't care if you don't call me

I want big racks, (Let's go) I'm up early morning

These niggas big cat (Pussy), yeah, they tellin' on you

Yeah, the Hellcat roll up, Keed be ridin' on 'em

Wanna beef, I pay the cash, I ain't got time for you, no cap, no cap

Big tipper, Big, Big Dipper

King spiller, bitch, king dripper

King killer, King, Godzilla

Fuck her every week, still ain't seen me, Marshmello

King Kuba, King Tut, Kuba

Black truck pull up on you just like Uber

'Kay, I fuck her every night and she still ain't seen my eyes, ayy

I don't know the vibes so I introduce the ice

Big tipper, Big, Big Dipper

King spiller, bitch, king dripper

King killer, King, Godzilla