Chuck Paradi$e - Sumn For The Tippaz Lyrics

I dont f*ck wit duck hoes
I dont own no Aflac
Might as well just kill ya self u woke up wit yo ass flat
I cant f*ck wit f*ck niggas
Dont condone them cap raps
Know a couple blood niggas
Come Eat ya food like Rap snacks
Know a few them locs too
Dump them clips like pro tools
U know I control cool
No remote No Roku
Im higher than the gas price
Slide on you like black ice
My whole band play instruments
They gone Blow them bagpipes
Told u no don't ask twice
I smell the entitlement
I done had some bad nights
I seen a lot behind the tints
F*cked up my Environment
Account froze don't know where the wire went
Too hard ima double dose Vicodin
Play the blade on ya neck like a violin
What the f*ck is yall saying to me
It dont sound like too much,
Only thing in this world I got my word and two nuts
I was rollin up before the Dutch masters had the wrapper with the blue seal
This shit the matrix I can't choose took the red and the blue pill
How I make green selling purple
Got hard drive no external
Keep my legs movin like a gerbil
Kick yo ass like Ninja Turtle
Bitch I'm skating off like a half pipe
Ya bitch told me you was Mad nice
And you the type that don't have fights
I introduced her to the bad life
Got Introduced to the bad life
I got sumn for the strippers
Sumn for the Tippaz
Throwing big faces in the middle of the sprinter
(i got) Sumn for the robbers
Sumn for the ballers
Know I got it on me if u really want a problem
I got sumn for the strippers
Sumn for the Tippaz
Throwing big faces in the middle of the sprinter
(i got) Sumn for the robbers
Sumn for the ballers
Know I got it on me if u really want a problem