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Mr Tip Toe
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Yeah, ay, ay, free the motherfuckin' three, man
F.I.T., Choke, Bleezy, nigga, Saucy Mac
You know what I mean? F.A.D., we standin' on that, nigga
We still out here, I don't know why these niggas playin' though, nigga
We still on Tentano, nigga, we still in the hood, nigga
We still slidin' through the marquee, niggas
It's fakey, nigga, like a white Jamaican, you hear me?
Yeah, get up with me
Stopped alone, they call me Mr. Tippy Toe
The way I walk up, I'm bouncin' out on feet
Before they see me, I'm a stuck up
The real boogeyman, them other niggas
They just talk to my energy the same
When I'm out or when I'm locked up
No cappin' in my rap, and if I'm lyin', let me die now
Do a nigga like that one rapper, if he fly down
Treat him like my son, I'ma spank him, put him time out
Let a nigga thinkin' that he on, turn his lights out
M.B., F.B., 3Z, nigga, free squeeze
Free boy, free league, nigga
It was me and Zeke tryna make her feet bleed
Just got another nigga, finito
Some like Chief Keef
And I ain't really with that talkin'
I'ma let this blick speak
You ain't never sent a shot, over here, nigga, please
Bitch, I'm not jock, you get left if you reach
And I'm always on goal, bitch, I feel like AG
I'm tryna wipe a nigga nose and put his face on, say cheese
Ay, two or nine times, bitch, we known to make these
And put the bands in my hand, shut up, bitch, and pay me
I just caught another opp last week and chased him
Ay, Mr. Tiptoe, I creep up, finito
I can shoot from long range or shoot me a free throw
Mr. Tiptoe, I creep up, finito
I can shoot from long range or shoot me a free throw
Run a nigga, damn raw, I don't need no track shoes when I step
You ain't on that type of time, you only like that on the 'net
Better ask any sucker I run into, get left
I keep bands, and I keep a slam inside my tech
Why this nigga mad? 'Cause this bitch wanna have sex
If I ain't got it on my person, brother got it to the left
Me and you are not the same, I done got some niggas stressed
And I'm really in the field, you other niggas on the bench
Disrespect any of my guys, you gettin' added to the list
It's a button on a Glock, and shoot faster with the switch
It's a stick inside this bitch, I don't like rockin' with the tens
You better ask about that last lil' shh, I don't miss
I'm bouncin' out the low, I'm a walkin' specialist
All them rappin' in them songs, but you never did a skid
All that rah-rah that you niggas doin', they get you clipped
If I'm chillin' out of town, I'll call the play and get you blitzed
Ay, Mr. Tiptoe, I creep up, finito
I can shoot from long range or shoot me a free throw
Mr. Tiptoe, I creep up, finito
I can shoot from long range or shoot me a free throw
Ay, Mr. Tiptoe, I creep up, finito
I can shoot from long range or shoot me a free throw
Mr. Tiptoe, I creep up, finito
I can shoot from long range or shoot me a free throw