Lyrics Tip Toe - Bri-C

Off rip boy know your crew trash
I don′t talk much never do that
'Cause my actions louder than a megaphone
I′m in every zone
Where the news at
Cuz I been the story
I could never worry
Games been mine
Something like a quarry
I'm in all my glory
In my laboratory
Y'all been wack and forever corny
′Cause you don′t live what you recording
If you did that shit'd be boring
All my niggas played yo tape
I swear to god you left us snoring
Call my celly
I ignored it
Your opinion ain′t important
And they never staying focused
Almost like they can't afford it
What a shame
Real shame
In a drop top switch my lane
Lil′ bitch wanna talk that shit
Why you worried bout this
This ain't your game
All of the time you spending you waste
You fuck with the fire
Then you getting flamed
You never could tie
This isn′t your race
You looking too tired
You never could pace us
(Yeah ooh)
Better slowdown
On the lowdown
I been the realest nigga at it for a lil now
But just wait until I blow i bet they'll know wow
And Imma get myself a mansion out in SoCal

Everyday on my grind
I just wanna get my neck froze
Way they bang my line
You would think my text broke
Know they caught the vibe
Thinking nothing less oh
Real ones by my side
Everybody up and left so
Louis tiptoe
Got me dreaming of Giuseppes
I'm a walking lick
Spent a couple for the neck piece
So much on my body
It be hard to see my chest breath
Wanna be my shorty
But she looking like a next please

I don′t really see nothing when I walk through
Fuck you and you and y′all too
Never catch me in no pictures
I ain't fucking with these bitches
Cause they wanna see me fall
I don′t fall through
And these niggas be the same when I walk right by
Talk that talk when I'm on my side
Walk that walk i don′t let shit slide
If you really got a problem we can figure out a time
And they fall like dominos
That's just how it goes
Jumping off the ropes
Like geronimo
Come on vamonos
This the life I chose
See just how I live
What I got to show
Want the Audemars
On the fancy cars
Want the money fast
Want the money long
Get it how i live it
Like there′s no tomorrow
Phony niggas talking
Like they was a broad
(Ohhh)
Finally got these labels on my phone
These A&R's they won't leave me alone
Fuck a price tag
Been in my bag
For the illest minute
But besides that
I been staying focused
Never sidetracked
I took all the drip
So they thought it was a drought
I could see into the Future
Niggas wanna steal my clout
Gucci flip flops
Wrist watch
Whatchu bout
Bitch it′s mother fuck your feelings
I′m the illest its my time yeah

Everyday on my grind
I just wanna get my neck froze
Way they bang my line
You would think my text broke
Know they caught the vibe
Thinking nothing less oh
Real ones by my side
Everybody up and left so
Louis tiptoe
Got me dreaming of Giuseppes
I'm a walking lick
Spent a couple for the neck piece
So much on my body
It be hard to see my chest breath
Wanna be my shorty
But she looking like a next please