The Tip Off Lyrics

Uhhhh Chefing , Exotic Soda

She ask me why I ain't never sober

Big Tana

Huh yeahhh

Too much pain I ain't never sober

Bussin woods break em down and load em

Back to back chain smoking rolling

(Loaded and rolling )

Know it's pressure , Exotic soda

In love with the taste

Introverted I ain't into social

Big racks can't fold em

Too much pain I ain't never sober

Bussin woods break em down and load em

Back to back chain smoking rolling

In love with the taste

Know it's pressure exotic soda

I can't feel my face

Introverted I ain't into social

Geek on these runts

Biscotti for lunch

Lean in the punch

Perc for the crunch … yeah

Chefing and smoking

Blow out a lung

We get the bags by the bunch

Looking smelling like it she wanna hunch

I'm never sober

Ohhh yeahhh hold up

Pardon my odars

Still mixing wok in the soda

Numb to the pain

Now my heard kinda polar

Up like the smoke

Know we chef in the solar

Low down dirty shame

Plug is Mendoza

Put my bro on send a pack to the Nola

Big ol stepper baby pardon my scrotum

Ohhh breath

I can't feel my face smoke chief

Count a lot of cake

Know I really put this shit on

Fashion super late

Pull up know I skate

NBA my bitches slayed

Tell her give me face

Buss it make it shake

Hold up load up the kayyy

All I see is fuck niggas, why these fuck niggas watching

They must be feeling brave

Extensions on the drake

Whew ayyyyyy