Big Tipper

Young Thug/Lil Keed

专辑：So Much Fun

LYRICS

Southside on the track, yeah

808 Mafia (ayy)

I can tiptoe in her p***y like a Loub, Chanel (Ayy)

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

Hand under 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 ****ing 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 b***h, need a toothpick

Some of the fives, some of the dimes,

And then I got twenties and up

I come with the shits 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 b***h, we showin' our hands

I had turned the shit my lil' wife,

She'll never be single again

They hate and throw rice, we Richard for life,

I used to serve ice, yikes (Hey)

Big tipper, Big, Big Dipper

King spiller, b***h, king dripper

King killer, King, Godzilla

**** her every week, still ain't seen me marshmallow

King Kuba, King Tut, Kuba

Black truck pull up on you just like Uber

Okay, I **** her every night

And she still ain't seen my eyes, ayy

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

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

Shawty came through 'bout tall as a man, woah (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 p***y jumped on (Woo)

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

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

White diamonds on me, b***h, 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 p***y like a Loub, Chanel (Ayy)

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

Hand under 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

B*****s, they know I'm the topic

They takin' they shot like 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 Carmen

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

Man, that b***h 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, I'm up early morning

These b*****s big cat (b***h), 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