Tip Off by Kevin Hanna Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Look I'ma set it off for a hater
Cause I been on my grind, tony hawk like a skater
Serving like waiter, your ass still layed up
I'm more like a 3 ball this is how I feed y'all
Food for thought and it comes at no cost
I'm tryna do it big yo, this that rick ross
I heard your latest shit
It done got me ticked off
Pissed off, whoever on your top 5
They get criss crossed
Make room for the young fella
Ya bums better
Step your game up
My name up
My weight up
So they had to get their hate up
Look how I done came up
Oops I'm still coming
Bitch I lead the polls
You ain't even in the running
This is all or nothing
Fuck a 4th down punting
I ain't never been the one for the stunting and the fronting
But I have been the one to turn nothing into something
Bitch it's kevo
My team said get it I said let's go
Mike Piazza flow making hits like the mets yo
Speed it up presto
I slay y'all I play y'all
Tell me whose next yo
Me I never rest no
Ain't no need to flex ho
You only hating on me cause you fucking work at petco
Bigging up my chest ho
Word round town that I'm buzzin
If opportunity at the door
Then I bust in
Like 5-0
You better hide yo
I'm taking all your pride though
Funny now the dummies believe just like the bible
Ill with it forreal
No pills can save me
Oh you better than me, huh well that's a maybe
Right here is where they reside
If they had to choose a side
Cause I don't say I'm better
I let them ears decide
I put my heart in this
This my blood sweat and tears
I've been waiting on this moment
I've been plotting years
Now this is for them ears
Who feel like they been ripped off
It cuts deep jigsaw
I'm the new big dog
Look at how I lift off
It's gotta make you pissed off
Giving it a shot
That's why I flick my wrist off
And my middle finger
So tell a hater to piss off
The real is back
And this is just the tip off
The real is back
And this is just the tip off
Look I'ma set it off for a hater
Cause I been on my grind, tony hawk like a skater
Serving like waiter, your ass still layed up
I'm more like a 3 ball this is how I feed y'all
Food for thought and it comes at no cost
I'm tryna do it big yo, this that rick ross
I heard your latest shit
It done got me ticked off
Pissed off, whoever on your top 5
They get criss crossed
Make room for the young fella
Ya bums better
Step your game up
My name up
My weight up
So they had to get their hate up
Look how I done came up
Oops I'm still coming
Bitch I lead the polls
You ain't even in the running
This is all or nothing
Fuck a 4th down punting
I ain't never been the one for the stunting and the fronting
But I have been the one to turn nothing into something
Bitch it's kevo
My team said get it I said let's go
Mike Piazza flow making hits like the mets yo
Speed it up presto
I slay y'all I play y'all
Tell me whose next yo
Me I never rest no
Ain't no need to flex ho
You only hating on me cause you fucking work at petco
Bigging up my chest ho
Word round town that I'm buzzin
If opportunity at the door
Then I bust in
Like 5-0
You better hide yo
I'm taking all your pride though
Funny now the dummies believe just like the bible
Ill with it forreal
No pills can save me
Oh you better than me, huh well that's a maybe
Right here is where they reside
If they had to choose a side
Cause I don't say I'm better
I let them ears decide
I put my heart in this
This my blood sweat and tears
I've been waiting on this moment
I've been plotting years
Now this is for them ears
Who feel like they been ripped off
It cuts deep jigsaw
I'm the new big dog
Look at how I lift off
It's gotta make you pissed off
Giving it a shot
That's why I flick my wrist off
And my middle finger
So tell a hater to piss off
The real is back
And this is just the tip off
The real is back
And this is just the tip off