"French Tip" lyrics
Aye, I used to get it on the road
I used to fit em' on the bowl
Aye, I ain't never begged a bitch & I ain't never been a pimp I used to get it out them hoes
Aye, even though they shitted on my goals
Left me for a nigga in a Rolls
Aye, but I had to respect it, went and got my check up you know how the game goes
Aye, I racked up a 100 in my bitch whip
She be bitching bout it, ghetto, big lips
Nigga when I get through fumbling with this work, I got powder in my nails, it look like I got a french tip
Getting money like them Youtube niggas
With my Africans eat Fufu nigga
Nigga I got a closet full of feets, I remember when I started with like two shoes nigga
Aye, I got em up on the shelf
When I'm talking to the plug, I discuss it myself
When I put em' in the street, nigga I touch it myself
When the numbers get too low, nigga I adjust it myself
These niggas with me they accustomed to death
Them niggas freeze up, nigga I'll bust it myself
Nigga, I'll clutch it myself
And get the fingerprints off, nigga I'll dust it myself
These crackers I got with me, they accustomed to meth
My grandma see me with em', she'll cuss' em to death
Niggas ain't rocking Ferragamo no more, but when 12 came in they put the cuffs on my belt
Aye, they don't want to see me win
They knowing I can't break, they wanna see me bend
All the trappers come to me, just to see Peez
All the scammers come to me for CPN's
Nigga I'm suppose to be dead or in jail
Nigga feet kicked up in a cell
Nigga waiting on some mutha fucking commissary
Waiting on a mutha fucking letter in the, Ugh
This ain't, Church's Chicken, we working the dishes
We got flour in the bowl, we got birds in the kitchen
Nigga towels on the floor, I'm under nervous conditions
I got a hour fore' I go, I gotta turn the ignition
Nigga, how I'm living I'm halfway in my casket
Ain't thinking bout that shit, I'm halfway in the traffic
Nigga doing fraud, I'm halfway in the trapping
Fuck you know bout, being on the road scamming with africans
He got the nerve to have some fake clothes on
But he got more money than nigga with some Bape clothes on
In this car looking country as a muthafucka
Damn, fuck it, long ass the cake goes home
Nigga, happy birthday to myself
My daddy wasn't there to see the trophies on the shelf
I used to check the closet for a monster by myself
A nigga learned how to use a condom by myself
Nigga, I might cry but I don't crumble
I'm a drug dealer drop work, but I don't fumble
I'm a quarterback but nigga I don't rock numbers
I be in the field I'm in the ocean with piranha's
This ain't, Captains D's
I'm wrapping some P's
Nigga don't play piano, I be tapping some Key's
Nigga ain't got no cold, the dope make a nigga sneeze
And my fingers keep itching, I got a trapping disease
Nigga I was selling work since I was like 16
I used to make my bed cause I liked shit clean
Nigga I'm a real brick fiend
Turn my money into Hundred's, I don't like shit green
Ugh, working the dishes
Got flour in the bowl, got some birds and some key's
Aye, see I fuck with niggas who let a nigga like me stand out on the block all day, get this paper right
And they'll come rob em'
You know what I'm saying
But me, I'm ready for that shit
You know what I'm saying, I fuck with them niggas anyway
I used to fit em' on the bowl
Aye, I ain't never begged a bitch & I ain't never been a pimp I used to get it out them hoes
Aye, even though they shitted on my goals
Left me for a nigga in a Rolls
Aye, but I had to respect it, went and got my check up you know how the game goes
Aye, I racked up a 100 in my bitch whip
She be bitching bout it, ghetto, big lips
Nigga when I get through fumbling with this work, I got powder in my nails, it look like I got a french tip
Getting money like them Youtube niggas
With my Africans eat Fufu nigga
Nigga I got a closet full of feets, I remember when I started with like two shoes nigga
Aye, I got em up on the shelf
When I'm talking to the plug, I discuss it myself
When I put em' in the street, nigga I touch it myself
When the numbers get too low, nigga I adjust it myself
These niggas with me they accustomed to death
Them niggas freeze up, nigga I'll bust it myself
Nigga, I'll clutch it myself
And get the fingerprints off, nigga I'll dust it myself
These crackers I got with me, they accustomed to meth
My grandma see me with em', she'll cuss' em to death
Niggas ain't rocking Ferragamo no more, but when 12 came in they put the cuffs on my belt
Aye, they don't want to see me win
They knowing I can't break, they wanna see me bend
All the trappers come to me, just to see Peez
All the scammers come to me for CPN's
Nigga I'm suppose to be dead or in jail
Nigga feet kicked up in a cell
Nigga waiting on some mutha fucking commissary
Waiting on a mutha fucking letter in the, Ugh
This ain't, Church's Chicken, we working the dishes
We got flour in the bowl, we got birds in the kitchen
Nigga towels on the floor, I'm under nervous conditions
I got a hour fore' I go, I gotta turn the ignition
Nigga, how I'm living I'm halfway in my casket
Ain't thinking bout that shit, I'm halfway in the traffic
Nigga doing fraud, I'm halfway in the trapping
Fuck you know bout, being on the road scamming with africans
He got the nerve to have some fake clothes on
But he got more money than nigga with some Bape clothes on
In this car looking country as a muthafucka
Damn, fuck it, long ass the cake goes home
Nigga, happy birthday to myself
My daddy wasn't there to see the trophies on the shelf
I used to check the closet for a monster by myself
A nigga learned how to use a condom by myself
Nigga, I might cry but I don't crumble
I'm a drug dealer drop work, but I don't fumble
I'm a quarterback but nigga I don't rock numbers
I be in the field I'm in the ocean with piranha's
This ain't, Captains D's
I'm wrapping some P's
Nigga don't play piano, I be tapping some Key's
Nigga ain't got no cold, the dope make a nigga sneeze
And my fingers keep itching, I got a trapping disease
Nigga I was selling work since I was like 16
I used to make my bed cause I liked shit clean
Nigga I'm a real brick fiend
Turn my money into Hundred's, I don't like shit green
Ugh, working the dishes
Got flour in the bowl, got some birds and some key's
Aye, see I fuck with niggas who let a nigga like me stand out on the block all day, get this paper right
And they'll come rob em'
You know what I'm saying
But me, I'm ready for that shit
You know what I'm saying, I fuck with them niggas anyway
