TipToe by BP The Gas Guy Lyrics
[Chorus: BP The Gas Guy]
Keep fye by my side
Can’t leave if I ain’t got it on me
Tints on my eyes
Still see niggas creeping on me
Treat her like a slut once I bust I won’t even call her
Foots on they necks choke the snake off his fuckin collar
[Verse 1: BP The Gas Guy]
I get right with that fye in my hand I got heat on me
Smoke a pack of dutches while I’m tryna get oz’s off me
Took it from 300 too a crib still don’t sleep often
Going harder out with barker
Took a spill but back to ballin
Swerving drive in cursive got these niggas on the toes huh
Slidin in a rental bet I pull up on the curb unc
Watching old vidеos ain’t talked to Stacx in 3 months
Sitting on them beans doublе gs prices doubled up
Playing with them hunnids pull the 20s out and fuck it up
Come Christmas Bet the team got they stockin stuffed
Nigga ain’t no clickin up.. especially if you don’t rock with us
Feds on the shoulder do the dash know they clockin us
So many scripts in the whip they gon hit me with the book
More risk more reward making noise got ‘em shook
Money dance with them bands bet I kill ‘em with hook
[Chorus: BP The Gas Guy]
Keep that fye by my side
Can’t leave if I ain’t got it on me
Tints on my eyes
Still feel them niggas creeping on me
Treat her like a slut once I bust I won’t even call her
Foots on they necks choke the snake off his fuckin collar
[Verse 2: BP The Gas Guy]
Niggas played about that mid like I forced it on em
I ain’t gotta send a pic I ain’t post nothing
Niggas phone still ringing
This yo hoe number
I ain’t even give it to her
Bet thAt hoe coming
She won’t be home till tomorrow
Then you can keep her
I ain’t even have to meet her
I ain’t even have to greet her
I’m the reason why she leaving
Tryna pull up meet my people
Such a nice lil senorita
Tryna bag a mamcita
She a cutie not a keeper
Hit the bnb and beat her
Dick made her have seizure
Shorty damn near caught amnesia
Help this bitch find the door
Beans gone find some mo
Never ever outta smoke
We ain’t never keepin hoes
[Chorus: BP The Gas Guy]
Keep that fye by my side
Can’t leave if I ain’t got it on me
Tints on my eyes
Still feel them niggas creeping on me
Treat her like a slut once I bust I won’t even call her
Foots on they necks choke the snake off his fuckin collar
Keep fye by my side
Can’t leave if I ain’t got it on me
Tints on my eyes
Still see niggas creeping on me
Treat her like a slut once I bust I won’t even call her
Foots on they necks choke the snake off his fuckin collar
[Verse 1: BP The Gas Guy]
I get right with that fye in my hand I got heat on me
Smoke a pack of dutches while I’m tryna get oz’s off me
Took it from 300 too a crib still don’t sleep often
Going harder out with barker
Took a spill but back to ballin
Swerving drive in cursive got these niggas on the toes huh
Slidin in a rental bet I pull up on the curb unc
Watching old vidеos ain’t talked to Stacx in 3 months
Sitting on them beans doublе gs prices doubled up
Playing with them hunnids pull the 20s out and fuck it up
Come Christmas Bet the team got they stockin stuffed
Nigga ain’t no clickin up.. especially if you don’t rock with us
Feds on the shoulder do the dash know they clockin us
So many scripts in the whip they gon hit me with the book
More risk more reward making noise got ‘em shook
Money dance with them bands bet I kill ‘em with hook
[Chorus: BP The Gas Guy]
Keep that fye by my side
Can’t leave if I ain’t got it on me
Tints on my eyes
Still feel them niggas creeping on me
Treat her like a slut once I bust I won’t even call her
Foots on they necks choke the snake off his fuckin collar
[Verse 2: BP The Gas Guy]
Niggas played about that mid like I forced it on em
I ain’t gotta send a pic I ain’t post nothing
Niggas phone still ringing
This yo hoe number
I ain’t even give it to her
Bet thAt hoe coming
She won’t be home till tomorrow
Then you can keep her
I ain’t even have to meet her
I ain’t even have to greet her
I’m the reason why she leaving
Tryna pull up meet my people
Such a nice lil senorita
Tryna bag a mamcita
She a cutie not a keeper
Hit the bnb and beat her
Dick made her have seizure
Shorty damn near caught amnesia
Help this bitch find the door
Beans gone find some mo
Never ever outta smoke
We ain’t never keepin hoes
[Chorus: BP The Gas Guy]
Keep that fye by my side
Can’t leave if I ain’t got it on me
Tints on my eyes
Still feel them niggas creeping on me
Treat her like a slut once I bust I won’t even call her
Foots on they necks choke the snake off his fuckin collar