Trae Tha Truth - Slow & Tip Toe lyrics

[Intro: Trae Tha Truth] Yeah Know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout? Screwed up click H-Town [Hook: Trae Tha Truth & Big Moe] Hoes be on my zipper I’m bald fade with the clippers I’ma- I’ma 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’ma hit the boulevard slow and tip toe [Interlude: Trae Tha Truth] Tryna take a n***a’s trunk off mane June 27th n***a, come on [Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth 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 gla**, me I call it fours I’m the sh**, 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 sh** 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 b**h 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 [Hook: Big Moe] Hoes be on my zipper I’m bald fade with the clippers I’ma- I’ma hit the boulevard slow and tip Hoes be on my- hoes be on my zipper I’m bald fade with the clippers I’ma- I’ma hit the boulevard slow and tip [Hook: Big Moe] Hoes be on my zipper I’m bald fade with the clippers I’ma- I’ma hit the boulevard slow and tip Hoes be on my- hoes be on my zipper I’m bald fade with the clippers I’ma- I’ma hit the boulevard slow and tip Hoes be on my [Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth] I rep the hood, bottom of it From the West, therefore you gotta love it Foreign cla**y but I gotta thug it f** the crib, I’m tryna shine in public n***a I ain’t finna play with ‘em I’ma 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 n***a, what was you dranking? I rep the city from Collin to Rankin I went to business with Benjamin Franklin [Hook: Big Moe] Hoes be on my zipper I’m bald fade with the clippers I’ma- I’ma hit the boulevard slow and tip Hoes be on my- hoes be on my zipper I’m bald fade with the clippers I’ma- I’ma hit the boulevard slow and tip Hoes be on my