Lyrics Tip Top - Lil Keed feat. Guap Tarantino & MSA PG

Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
PG, yeah
One time, yeah
Run that back, Turbo
Big Guap
Watch a nigga scatter when the shots fired
Catch a bad bitch and fuck her one time, yeah (Woo)
Bangin' five star like Dallas (Woo)
And my Crip partner got Pateks (Racks)
Money real green like lettuce, yeah (Woo)
Neighbor real pussy, why they tellin'? (Yeah)
And you know slime bringin' big blocks (Slatt, slatt)
Came from nothin', now we at the tip-top (Tip-top)
With big Guap, big bags
Smash off in the 'Cat, leave a mark like turd
'Bout 1'5, we'll put 'em in a hearse
Young nigga shit, park the Bentley on the curb
Got a big bag with a strap, no purse
Playin' with gang, go'n 'head, see a nurse
Yeah, I'm gettin' paper, I ain't waitin' for the first
Yeah, yeah, big drip alert
Yeah, bitches wan' fuck on young Big Guap
'cause they know that Big Guap is havin' a check (Woo)
I had to show these old niggas that young
niggas was gon' go big on these vets (Woo)
Got in the booth and went got me a check,
and I told 'em to send it direct (Racks, racks, racks)
Hightop Fendi, wearin' the shoes, watch me flex (Woo)
Drop-top, and the coupe full, I got head (Woo)
Glock cocked and it pop, ooh, at your neck (Woo)
I got the racks in Crip blue like they Kenny
Diamonds they lookin' like Pooh, yeah, they pretty
Popped me a Perc' and went ooh on her titties
Smokin' exotic, I'm zooted, I'm litty
They didn't know what to do with the city
I'ma fuck me on like two if they pretty
I'ma pop me like two in a minute
All on the floor, stack the racks to the ceiling (Racks, racks, racks)
Racks on my gown, I spent racks on my pendant
Eliantte, boy, the chain on me tennis
Come off the head, I eat a dinner to send me
Stick full of lead, it gon' aim at your fitted
Watch a nigga scatter when the shots fired
Catch a bad bitch and fuck her one time, yeah (Woo)
Bangin' five star like Dallas (Woo)
And my Crip partner got Pateks (Racks)
Money real green like lettuce, yeah (Woo)
Neighbor real pussy, why they tellin'? (Yeah)
And you know slime bringin' big blocks (Slatt, slatt)
Came from nothin', now we at the tip-top (Tip-top)
With big Guap, big bags
Smash off in the 'Cat, leave a mark like turd
'Bout 1'5, we'll put 'em in a hearse
Young nigga shit, park the Bentley on the curb
Got a big bag with a strap, no purse
Playin' with gang, go'n 'head, see a nurse
Yeah, I'm gettin' paper, I ain't waitin' for the first
Yeah, yeah, big drip alert
Told 'em we on our way up
Fuck all the opps, if it's up then it's stuck
Yeah, I pour me a deuce in my cup
I smoke on exotic, them Percs, I eat up
Yeah, these bitches, they bound to get fucked
But I am no cop so why would I cuff?
Yeah, you know comin' up, it was rough
Don't show me fake love, I done had enough
All this water, my diamonds on fleek
Give a fuck who you is, you ain't takin' from me
No sleep, just creep when it come to beef
Got a bad lil' bitch on the passenger seat
Go pick the bitch up just to roll my weed
Give me head one time, then she gotta leave
YSL, Glock Block, I'm with FBG
We'll wipe your nose, you ain't gotta sneeze
Water my neck, my wrist, my diamonds on freeze
Bitch beggin' me to stop, make the bitch say please
Yeah, I'm a big Crip, some of my homies bleed
And if you kickin' shit, probably wouldn't say cheese
You can come get your bitch, yeah, been on her knees
And we ain't nothin' like the rats, but we want all the cheese
I'm runnin' the money with Guap and Lil Keed
Like we from the 9, we play for the keeps
Watch a nigga scatter when the shots fired (Shots fired)
Catch a bad bitch and fuck her one time, yeah (One time)
Bangin' five star like Dallas (Dallas)
And my Crip partner got Pateks (Got Pateks)
Money real green like lettuce, yeah (Like lettuce)
Neighbor real pussy, why they tellin'? (Tellin')
And you know slime bringin' big blocks (Big blocks)
Came from nothin', now we at the tip-top (Tip-top)
With big Guap, big bags (Big bags)
Smash off in the 'Cat, leave a mark like turd (Skrrt)
'Bout 1'5, we'll put 'em in a hearse (In a hearse)
Young nigga shit, park the Bentley on the curb (On the curb)
Got a big bag with a strap, no purse (No purse)
Playin' with gang, go'n 'head, see a nurse (See the nurse)
Yeah, I'm gettin' paper, I ain't waitin' for the first (For the first)
Yeah, yeah, big drip alert (Yeah)
Run that back, Turbo