Slow & Tip Toe - Trae Tha Truth

Yeah

Know what I’m talkin' 'bout?

Screwed up click

Hoes be on my zipper

I’m bald fade with the clippers

I’m a- I’m a hit the boulevard slow and tip

Hoes be on my- hoes be on my zipper zipper

I’m bald fade with the clippers clippers

I’m a hit the boulevard slow and tip toe

Tryna take a nigga’s trunk off mane

June 27th nigga, come on

Coming down the boule' moving slow

I was draped to drip right out the door

Everything was clean like what you know

You ain’t down with Screw you got to go

Riding glass, me I call it fours

I’m the shit, you sense it through your nose

Bang all through your body like it’s blowers

Pop the door, you feel it through your toes

Rack for rack, I guess I got to count it

After that, it’s racks I got to count it

When I’m done, I package, out of town it

I done lost my mind and never found it

Keep a light like I’m Coors

Brand new house, I’m pissed, too many doors

I guess my shit way better than yours

I was getting platinum, steel, getting awards

I’m gon' go tonight, I’ll show you rif'

You not tryna win, I’m not your type

Fresh out Texas, might just take a flight

Hit your bitch and greet her with the pipe

From the back or in the throat I might

Beat it up, you think I’m tryna fight

Something foreign, skin she got was bright

Chain was black, the diamonds on it white

Hoes be on my zipper

I’m bald fade with the clippers

I’m a- I’m a hit the boulevard slow and tip

Hoes be on my- hoes be on my zipper

I’m bald fade with the clippers

I’m a- I’m a hit the boulevard slow and tip

Hoes be on my zipper

I’m bald fade with the clippers

I’m a- I’m a hit the boulevard slow and tip

Hoes be on my- hoes be on my zipper

I’m bald fade with the clippers

I’m a- I’m a hit the boulevard slow and tip

Hoes be on my

I rep the hood, bottom of it

From the West, therefore you gotta love it

Foreign classy but I gotta thug it

Fuck the crib, I’m tryna shine in public

Nigga I ain’t finna play with 'em

I’m a swing any day with 'em

I’ll trip and the K get 'em

Jump line, you’ll stay with 'em

I used to be creased up, jeans creased down

Down 16, going south, east bound

I was caught up in the game, no rebound

You ain’t sounding like Truth, can’t be 'round

I was slow, loud, and banging

You don’t know that nigga, what was you dranking?

I rep the city from Collin to Rankin

I went to business with Benjamin Franklin

Hoes be on my zipper

I’m bald fade with the clippers

I’m a- I’m a hit the boulevard slow and tip

Hoes be on my- hoes be on my zipper

I’m bald fade with the clippers

I’m a- I’m a hit the boulevard slow and tip

Hoes be on my