Tip Toe - Intellectual

[Intro: Yagi B]

Gltt, tip toe, grah, look

I got some shit that'll knock down a—

Gltt, look

[Chorus: Yagi B]

Tip toe through the opp block

I got some shit that'll knock down a top opp, grah

No more lackin' in the cab, bullets hit the glass

Do a nigga like he Rah Rah

Talk too much, then a nigga get sidelined

FrontstreetK, bitch, I'm dumping for my guys

Need a V and G, and I'm on it

He got shot in the night, but he died in the morning

Spin through that block, call it touring

They don't slide for they deads, they ignore it

When did you ever put on?

Don't understand why my name in your song

Like, I really get niggas gone

Hop out that cut and I'm ready to score

Couple of niggas I'm waiting to see

Smile on my face when I'm letting it off

[Verse 1: Yagi B]

Like, I'm the one they wanna be

Why?

Niggas rapping like they me, look

I was looking for a sweep, but

They ain't really want some beef

Don't need a [?], I'll slide on my doley

Four knocks, it's just me and a Rollie

Shoot til he drop, tryna leave that boy floatin'

G24 got me feeling like Kobe, look

No, I'm not clearing up politics

He think he hiding from me, so I slide where his momma live

Let him run, he won’t make it too far

I'm on foot, but these bullets my car

And I made it look good when I starve

And you done when that gun in my palm

Mention me, better mention no Jiggy

Catch one of 'em, and I'll really get busy

Tommy with me, they know how we step

If I push up, he pullin' up with me

Like, niggas get shot in they head

Still wanna diss, them niggas is dizzy

Chase down on 'em til he out of breath

Breakdowns, I just been going through stress

Brand new gun, bitch, I'm ready for wreck

Brand new opps, gotta put 'em to rest

Look, I'm the one causin' the havoc

So why would I go get a vest, bitch?

And I'm aiming for the neck, you better go put a vest on your head

[?] my Glock, got me feeling fucked up

G Pop dead, he got poked by a bum

Flies in the air, 65 gang got me fried over here

Niggas not popped?

Now we popping ‘em up

Oh, he got his knock, then I'm doubling up

Caught a shot to the hand, tryna touch one of us

Really a dog, I ain't cuffin' a mutt

But-But I keep one around for the lineup

Said he DOAK and got fried up

He was looking for me, I'm behind 'em

Black gun got power, Wakanda

[Verse 2: Yagi B]

Thir-thirty the pill for the drill

Look, I'm bussin' off of the ganja

Like, you will get killed in a drill

Better watch who in the front and behind ya

Slide in the Benz or a Honda

Did a lot, got me thinkin' 'bout karma

Try to play with my gang, I'ma bomb 'em

Sweeps on dick, now I'm back, all black, and I'm spinning through Harlem

Look, I'm not the one you should start with

No, I ain't missing my targets

Look, b-brodie on feet, he get carsick

We ain't deadin' no beef, that's nonsense

Look, just got a brand new fat bitch, got a nigga feelin' like Norbit

Look, I'm tryna see how she clap it

She like, “Yagi, don't stop, keep tappin'”

[Verse 3: Mhady2Hottie]

I keep bendin', like I got a habit

Jackin' that O shit, I'ma clap 'em

D's on my dick, get to dashin'

Niggas be pussy, they be on that rap shit

Lotti and Dotty, who wanna match?

Wasca, got shot, and that boy did a backflip

Slow the V down, who on that back strip?

(I'm tryna show you I really get active)

Y-Yo, Jayo, I'm 'bout to tweak

Mops out while we look for the Sweeps

He tried to duck from the—, like

He tried to duck from the car but I peeped

I'm just talkin' my shit on a beat

When I pop out, they retreat

Twin hop out with the—

Tryna click on them niggas who jacking they O to the G, like