Tippin by Xanman Lyrics
[Intro]
What you say cuz?
Yeah
Aye, call Cool, where you at Cool?
Where you at Swerve?
Gang shit nigga
[Verse]
Still tippin with a stick, I ain't ever tipping feds
Red beam like a mint, chopper sing like Trippie Redd
Thirty-seven clips, they not from the 'YO'
Say I'm a crash dummy, Shawty Lo
Lil brother like he got Lil JoJo'd
Blue tips look like Osmosis Jones
In the store with a stick, O-Dog
Chopper might hit, his nose off
I get a dog, no paws
I pop an addy, like a hall
In school I'm trapping, in the halls
Lil nigga capping, really soft
He wanted a xan, I gave him Tylenol
"You gon' let him in?" Not at all
Strong arm, looking like I'm Kurt Angle
Deuce in my boot, run like I sprained an ankle
White girl with blonde hair, call her tangled
I got three Glocks, like a triangle
MAC with a string, nigga, you get strangled
Fill his body like a ten degree angle
I'm a demon, I might shoot at your angels
Two .40's, I might have to Max Payne you
Stay in the kitchen, but I'm not a chemist
I robbed the plug, take his Honda Civic
Finessed the plug, flipping work like a gymnast
Work out with a dog, we ain't playing Wii Fitness
Keith got a .33, he shooting like Pippen
Catching plays, I might play for the Redskins
These niggas faggots, I'ma call them Christian
Step in it, red bottoms, I'ma call them Christians
Why you gotta bluff? You not pulling triggers
You don't got a wock, you not a sipper
A P in my lock, shout out to the stripper
He say he a shooter but we heard he tippin
Watch how I shoot like I play for the Clippers
Glock .17 in my Tommy Hilfiger
Back to back, like that light skinneded nigga
You was my man, but you not a hitter
It was time to slide and you wasn't clicking
With that .23, yeah with that Smith &
You cool, but that's not that life that you living
This a message, lil nigga, we ain't dissing
Stick to iPhones, running your digits
You tried to take my flow, then you remixed it
[Outro]
Niggas was my mans
Thought he stayed down but he folded, but he thought my nigga was my homie
That nigga was not my homie, cuz
You hear me
You know where I'm at 24/7 nigga
You know where to pull, nigga
What you say cuz?
Yeah
Aye, call Cool, where you at Cool?
Where you at Swerve?
Gang shit nigga
[Verse]
Still tippin with a stick, I ain't ever tipping feds
Red beam like a mint, chopper sing like Trippie Redd
Thirty-seven clips, they not from the 'YO'
Say I'm a crash dummy, Shawty Lo
Lil brother like he got Lil JoJo'd
Blue tips look like Osmosis Jones
In the store with a stick, O-Dog
Chopper might hit, his nose off
I get a dog, no paws
I pop an addy, like a hall
In school I'm trapping, in the halls
Lil nigga capping, really soft
He wanted a xan, I gave him Tylenol
"You gon' let him in?" Not at all
Strong arm, looking like I'm Kurt Angle
Deuce in my boot, run like I sprained an ankle
White girl with blonde hair, call her tangled
I got three Glocks, like a triangle
MAC with a string, nigga, you get strangled
Fill his body like a ten degree angle
I'm a demon, I might shoot at your angels
Two .40's, I might have to Max Payne you
Stay in the kitchen, but I'm not a chemist
I robbed the plug, take his Honda Civic
Finessed the plug, flipping work like a gymnast
Work out with a dog, we ain't playing Wii Fitness
Keith got a .33, he shooting like Pippen
Catching plays, I might play for the Redskins
These niggas faggots, I'ma call them Christian
Step in it, red bottoms, I'ma call them Christians
Why you gotta bluff? You not pulling triggers
You don't got a wock, you not a sipper
A P in my lock, shout out to the stripper
He say he a shooter but we heard he tippin
Watch how I shoot like I play for the Clippers
Glock .17 in my Tommy Hilfiger
Back to back, like that light skinneded nigga
You was my man, but you not a hitter
It was time to slide and you wasn't clicking
With that .23, yeah with that Smith &
You cool, but that's not that life that you living
This a message, lil nigga, we ain't dissing
Stick to iPhones, running your digits
You tried to take my flow, then you remixed it
[Outro]
Niggas was my mans
Thought he stayed down but he folded, but he thought my nigga was my homie
That nigga was not my homie, cuz
You hear me
You know where I'm at 24/7 nigga
You know where to pull, nigga