Sheff G - Tip Toe (Ft. Sleepy Hallow & Sheff G)

Lyrics

Ayy, uh
Wait, wait, uh
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Hold on, hold on
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, uh

Tip Toe, pockets so fat like a hippo (Hold on)
I turn your wife to a widow (Yeah)
Bro just got blood on his new coat (That's a fact)
Damn, hold on, uh (What?)
Fuck it, I gave her dick and she love it (Uh-huh)
Ask that bitch what she want, she say "Nothin'" (What you want?)
Birkin bag on her back and she frontin'
Birkin bag in the back and she cap a lot
I do drugs, I trap a lot (Hold on)
Bad bitch, fat ass and she laugh a lot (Wait)
She be in the club straight gas a lot (That's a fact)
Don't send the addy 'cause we got the drop (Uh-huh)
Came from the bottom now we at the top
Woah, uh, what, ah, I put my thumb in her, uh (That's a fact)
I just been running it up (Run it up)
I'm like a stitch in the cut, yeah (Uh-huh)
Bro got a pound of the runtz (Uh-uh, haha)
And we smoking not bagging it up
Woah, she stepped in the room with no clothes
Told her lean back, Fat Joe
My body different, I could take your soul (Right there)
Only two ways this could go (Oh, hold on)
You know (You know), I like fast cars, nice clothes (Nice clothes)
Oh no, my heart, so cold (So cold)
Don't love me let me go
Hold on (Hold on), step up (Step up), jump in that water, get wet up (Wet up)
I like her best friend better
Might let her tote my Beretta
I know that your [?], Sleepy never let up (Uh)
I'm too hot though better, catch up
Hold on (Wait, wait), hold on
I'm too hot though better catch up
Pull up (What?), pop out (Ah), [?] my Glock you get knocked out (Yeah)
Ride through the block with the top down (Yeah)
I'ma clean em up, I brought to mop out (Facts)
Ayy, wait (What?)
Say they love me but I'm tryna see how
Free my gang got 'em up in the dog pound
Ran it up they ain't puttin' my dogs down
What, What, ran it up, they ain't putting my dogs down
(Ayy Ayy) Ran it up ain't no putting my dogs down

Hold on
Sheff Jesus, Sheff Jesus
They know I'm too fat to tip toe
Glock will help you the rest, ain't no pillow
Make me search through your house, this ain't Zillow
Bullets sent from the Smith, ain't no Willow (Hold on, wait)
Did they just (What?)
Did they turn the beat off in this bitch (Woo)
Spent that heat to your steam off in this bitch
Stay with Brune got that key the type of shit
Wait, 'cause I'm feeling myself like I'm 'bout to beat off
No homo my Glock got a dick and I walk with a limp like I'm deformed (Huh)
So these niggas too bomb
That's a C4 (Huh)
Big pressure to dogs who oppose all of us (Huh)
I got them big packs on me
No bodybuilder, straps all around like a dyke is with us
Baby so fire, yeah that's how I bill her, no domestic violence but I got to hit her
I, (Ayy, too much, too much) got too much sauce on they ass
Who was the class clown used to laugh
Wait who them niggas right there?
They tried to jump me I called bro
If he don't got it then his gang is soft
They tried to jump me I called bro
If he don't got it then his gang is soft
Yeah, yeah
He don't got it then his gang is soft