Pipe Down by Travis Thompson Lyrics
[Intro: Travis Thompson]
I tell them that I need it and I need it right now
Quiet little kids still smoking on loud
They ain't making money, then I tell them pipe down
Cuz I'm riding looking bummy
But I still get Wiped down
Wiped Down, Wiped Down
They ain't making money tell them;
Pipe Down, Pipe Down, Pipe Down
And if she really want it she get Piped Down
[Verse 1: Travis Thompson]
Okay I'm dipped up when I dip out
Got slick shit on my wrist now
I'm ugly, bummy, chubby but I still bust in your sis' mouth
Y'all checked in and I'm checked out
Next up, and you left out
Stressin' and I'm blessed how
I sign your ass on my chest now
Got something thick on my arm
Stains on all of my fists
Shaking car with that porn
Then boba tea with your bitch
Got a scraper rollin' down the 5
And an L to start the day
Honey Mustard on my Levi's
Bet she top me on the way
My white tee from Costco
Get waffles at Rosco's
When we down in LA
My back stroke on bronze though
Still breaking apartment pools with girl's I knew since 7th grade
You let us smoke for free because she cute
And nah, I can't relate
Losers talking grinding like it's something
Bitch, you supposed to work
Did this show for free but bet she fuck the chubby opener
I know it hurts, I know my work
Don't check and don't talk to me
Cuz words ain't shit, unless it's commas coming
Guess I must repeat
[Hook: Travis Thompson]
I tell them that I need it and I need it right now
Quiet little kids still smoking on loud
They ain't making money, then I tell them pipe down
Cuz I'm riding looking bummy
But I still get wiped down
Wiped Down, Wiped Down
They ain't making money tell them;
Pipe Down, Pipe Down, Pipe Down
And if she really want it she get Piped Down
[Verse 3: Michael Christmas]
Pipe her, down
Mario, Bros
Running through Wendy's
With my woes
Get so fucked up
Can't feel my nose
Me and my bitch
We yo goals
Gotta gang of pizza rolls
I might get one dipped in gold
Just to be like my neck froze
Nate Dog, area codes
[Verse 4: Michael Christmas]
Cuz it get as hot as Arizona
Bitch I'm Nelly take your clothes off
It don't take but a few dollars and a sub to get these flows off
And a size by Tina Fey, dot, dot, dot
Bein' bae, dot, dot, dot
I'll be Jay, she be, Beyonce
A normal is what they say til these niggas bring they clips
They question if I'm in their hood still
Like my nigga that's the wrist
Don't even wake me before 1 unless you made a pot of grits
If you ain't, then you got 3 seconds
Better run bitch (tick, tick, tick, tick, tick)
[Hook: Travis Thompson]
I tell them that I need it and I need it right now
Quiet little kids still smoking on loud
They ain't making money, then I tell them pipe down
Cuz I'm riding looking bummy
But I still get wiped down
Wiped Down, Wiped Down
They ain't making money tell them;
Pipe Down, Pipe Down, Pipe Down
And if she really want it she get Piped Down
I tell them that I need it and I need it right now
Quiet little kids still smoking on loud
They ain't making money, then I tell them pipe down
Cuz I'm riding looking bummy
But I still get Wiped down
Wiped Down, Wiped Down
They ain't making money tell them;
Pipe Down, Pipe Down, Pipe Down
And if she really want it she get Piped Down
[Verse 1: Travis Thompson]
Okay I'm dipped up when I dip out
Got slick shit on my wrist now
I'm ugly, bummy, chubby but I still bust in your sis' mouth
Y'all checked in and I'm checked out
Next up, and you left out
Stressin' and I'm blessed how
I sign your ass on my chest now
Got something thick on my arm
Stains on all of my fists
Shaking car with that porn
Then boba tea with your bitch
Got a scraper rollin' down the 5
And an L to start the day
Honey Mustard on my Levi's
Bet she top me on the way
My white tee from Costco
Get waffles at Rosco's
When we down in LA
My back stroke on bronze though
Still breaking apartment pools with girl's I knew since 7th grade
You let us smoke for free because she cute
And nah, I can't relate
Losers talking grinding like it's something
Bitch, you supposed to work
Did this show for free but bet she fuck the chubby opener
I know it hurts, I know my work
Don't check and don't talk to me
Cuz words ain't shit, unless it's commas coming
Guess I must repeat
[Hook: Travis Thompson]
I tell them that I need it and I need it right now
Quiet little kids still smoking on loud
They ain't making money, then I tell them pipe down
Cuz I'm riding looking bummy
But I still get wiped down
Wiped Down, Wiped Down
They ain't making money tell them;
Pipe Down, Pipe Down, Pipe Down
And if she really want it she get Piped Down
[Verse 3: Michael Christmas]
Pipe her, down
Mario, Bros
Running through Wendy's
With my woes
Get so fucked up
Can't feel my nose
Me and my bitch
We yo goals
Gotta gang of pizza rolls
I might get one dipped in gold
Just to be like my neck froze
Nate Dog, area codes
[Verse 4: Michael Christmas]
Cuz it get as hot as Arizona
Bitch I'm Nelly take your clothes off
It don't take but a few dollars and a sub to get these flows off
And a size by Tina Fey, dot, dot, dot
Bein' bae, dot, dot, dot
I'll be Jay, she be, Beyonce
A normal is what they say til these niggas bring they clips
They question if I'm in their hood still
Like my nigga that's the wrist
Don't even wake me before 1 unless you made a pot of grits
If you ain't, then you got 3 seconds
Better run bitch (tick, tick, tick, tick, tick)
[Hook: Travis Thompson]
I tell them that I need it and I need it right now
Quiet little kids still smoking on loud
They ain't making money, then I tell them pipe down
Cuz I'm riding looking bummy
But I still get wiped down
Wiped Down, Wiped Down
They ain't making money tell them;
Pipe Down, Pipe Down, Pipe Down
And if she really want it she get Piped Down