CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Tip Toe
Ghost Rage
That boy said he don't like me
Prolly 'cause his b*t*h like me
A Glock and a Tommy
They both dirty with some bodies
Big rich but I'm not Roddy
Foreign hoe, make her my thotty
Pretty b*t*h say she from Cali'
Know she blow away the D
I get hoes from out of state and f**k em in the B and B
I can tell that boy a hoe, it ain't that hard for me to see
He gon' think I'm coppin' bag until I truck him out his piece
Because I'm like that
If I put a bag up on your head, no, you won't like that
If you do that textin' and that typin', I won't type back
40 got a 30 full of lightin' and it strike fast
Pump fear in the gang make him rethink his whole life track
Gang, gang, screamin', "Gang, gang", until the game change
Lil' n***a really in the street sh*t, let it bang, bang
Slang, slang, she can't take the d**k, she say I slang, slang
Remember hoes that curved me, now I got fame in the same name
Tip toe, creepin' round these hoes
They put this Glock through the window
When I let off shots, you better tell them n***as get low
Marksman with this Glock, best believe that I won't hit low
Kill him then I rob him, police thinkin' where his sh*t go?
You a b*t*h n***a, why you keep that stick, n***a?
Go head off the plug and now I'm feelin' like I'm rich n***a
He say he won't fade, well, tell that b*t*h I got the clips, n***a
You want a clip, n***a?
That boy said he don't like me
Prolly 'cause his b*t*h like me
A Glock and a Tommy
They both dirty with some bodies
Big rich but I'm not Roddy
Foreign hoe, make her my thotty
I put a pu**y n***a to the test like he was Johnny
Wanna be like me 'cause I'm different
And if you speakin' down, don't do that snake sh*t
Come from specific and if that sh*t a problem
You can talk it I was smithin'
But I don't think a n***a wanna talk it I was smithin'
Do that the b*t*h, you trippin'
'Cause smithin' blow like whistles
And smithin' blow out missles
Wait, smithin' blow out hollows
But them hollows blow like missles
Wipe his nose like he just sniffled
Wet his block, f**k a drizzle
Take his noggin' off his shoulders
B*t*h, I'm shootin', f**k a dribble
And I know n***as hate me
And groupies wanna date me
But I been stayin' focused, makin' money on the daily
Go hard for all my brothers, and my sisters and my mother
So go against the gang, you must be boy askin' for trouble
That boy said he don't like me
Prolly 'cause his b*t*h like me
A Glock and a Tommy
They both dirty with some bodies
Big rich but I'm not Roddy
Foreign hoe, make her my thotty
I put a pu**y n***a to the test like he was Johnny
That boy said he don't like me
Prolly 'cause his b*t*h like me
A Glock and a Tommy
They both dirty with some bodies
Big rich but I'm not Roddy
Foreign hoe, make her my thotty
Pretty b*t*h say she from Cali'
Know she blow away the D
I get hoes from out of state and f**k em in the B and B
I can tell that boy a hoe, it ain't that hard for me to see
He gon' think I'm coppin' bag until I truck him out his piece
Because I'm like that
If I put a bag up on your head, no, you won't like that
If you do that textin' and that typin', I won't type back
40 got a 30 full of lightin' and it strike fast
Pump fear in the gang make him rethink his whole life track
Gang, gang, screamin', "Gang, gang", until the game change
Lil' n***a really in the street sh*t, let it bang, bang
Slang, slang, she can't take the d**k, she say I slang, slang
Remember hoes that curved me, now I got fame in the same name
Tip toe, creepin' round these hoes
They put this Glock through the window
When I let off shots, you better tell them n***as get low
Marksman with this Glock, best believe that I won't hit low
Kill him then I rob him, police thinkin' where his sh*t go?
You a b*t*h n***a, why you keep that stick, n***a?
Go head off the plug and now I'm feelin' like I'm rich n***a
He say he won't fade, well, tell that b*t*h I got the clips, n***a
You want a clip, n***a?
That boy said he don't like me
Prolly 'cause his b*t*h like me
A Glock and a Tommy
They both dirty with some bodies
Big rich but I'm not Roddy
Foreign hoe, make her my thotty
I put a pu**y n***a to the test like he was Johnny
Wanna be like me 'cause I'm different
And if you speakin' down, don't do that snake sh*t
Come from specific and if that sh*t a problem
You can talk it I was smithin'
But I don't think a n***a wanna talk it I was smithin'
Do that the b*t*h, you trippin'
'Cause smithin' blow like whistles
And smithin' blow out missles
Wait, smithin' blow out hollows
But them hollows blow like missles
Wipe his nose like he just sniffled
Wet his block, f**k a drizzle
Take his noggin' off his shoulders
B*t*h, I'm shootin', f**k a dribble
And I know n***as hate me
And groupies wanna date me
But I been stayin' focused, makin' money on the daily
Go hard for all my brothers, and my sisters and my mother
So go against the gang, you must be boy askin' for trouble
That boy said he don't like me
Prolly 'cause his b*t*h like me
A Glock and a Tommy
They both dirty with some bodies
Big rich but I'm not Roddy
Foreign hoe, make her my thotty
I put a pu**y n***a to the test like he was Johnny
