Lyrics wifisfuneral – Tip Toe

I’m sorry
Where you from? Hey bitch
Stop talking shit, stomp on my Prada
Uh, ayy

I came up in this bitch, I tip toe, now I’m slidin’
Walkin’ for a lick, though, where your finest?
Chips on top of chips, though, where my pride go?
Drown inside that sinkhole, now I lost you
I came up in this bitch, I tip toe, now I’m slidin’
Walkin’ for a lick, though, where your finest?
Chips on top of chips, though, where my pride go?
Drown inside that sinkhole, now I lost you

Walk around too much drip (Drip), like the slit on my wrist
I don’t even know why I’m still here, but yeah, I can’t catch a grip
Steady past clutching on the grill, off is here, please get head
Fadin’ in the dark, I’ma make that ziff, fadin’ in the dark, I’ma make that ziff
Okay, death only speak in silence, vibrant colors in my cup off neck
I just hate myself, won’t lie there, crushed like a pill and my blood don’t like it
Take a trip down my lane, let’s ride, bitch, momma gonna call me, damn, that’s obvious
Take it so deceivin’, I know that you need me, but you know you can’t free me, can’t take my drugs, no PC
‘Cause you know I be ?, ’cause you know I be ?
And I’m rollin’ like a rollin’ stone, livin’ life like a roller coast
Hold the phone, that’s them racks, they can never leave me alone
People ain’t here genuine, so I don’t trust a soul
Never wanna leave my baddest shit so I ain’t answerin’ my phone
Now, where’s my thots in four corners? And we all on our own
Now, where’s my thots in four corners? And we all on our own

I came up in this bitch, I tip toe, now I’m slidin’
Walkin’ for a lick, though, where your finest?
Chips on top of chips, though, where my pride go?