Lyrics Still Tippin' - Yae Yadir

Yeah, i'm still tippin' on four fours
Ridin' round with a six shot
My nigga know how to keep me hot
Bitch you dumb as fuck
How you don't know how to hold a gun
Wrapped tight in four-door Porsches staying on course
Ice cold veins with that fire power unlocked
Homie got the heat, keeping me above the flock
Girl, you playing dumb, ain't pulling no stunt
I am Miami, catching baby daddies
Bikini bodies, looking like they winning Grammys

Four Fours I'm Tippin'
Wood Grain I'm Gripping
Catch Me Lane Switching With The Paint Dripping
Turn Your Neck And Your Dame Missing
Me and my squad, we simply sippin'
Top down, on the mission, no skipping
In the back, diamonds be glistening
Look around, it's your fame we're dismissing
City lights blinding, no sinning
With each win, our grins only thickening

Yeah, i'm still tippin' on four fours
Ridin' round with a six shot
My nigga know how to keep me hot
Bitch you dumb as fuck
How you don't know how to hold a gun
Wrapped tight in four-door Porsches staying on course
Ice cold veins with that fire power unlocked
Homie got the heat, keeping me above the flock
Girl, you playing dumb, ain't pulling no stunt
I am Miami, catching baby daddies
Bikini bodies, looking like they winning Grammys

Turn corners we be whipping
Life swift like it's been slipping
Our aura dope, simply uplifting
Road ahead, clear and unwinding
With the moon up top, we're moonlighting
Foot on the pedal, no signs of slowing
Our street cred, it's only growing
Vibes we spread, constantly glowing
Success in our vein, forever pumping
Paper chasing, causing a blunder

Yeah, i'm still tippin' on four fours