Tippsy - Tesla Lyrics

They ridin' my wave, like the way it sound
Bitch come over and play, she do tricks on dick
Like Cirque du Soleil
Get your chips and fold
Like a bag of Lay's
Receipt said 700, I ain't readin' all of that
Said pick some out, I bought her that
Dollar sign, I call too that
Haircut was like 70, I just hit the mall with that
Let's trade our shoes, come step in these
I bet that you fallin' back
Put it on and step in these
I run to the hall and back
I just went to Stephanie's
Then I went and bought a bag
They ask me, is that Philipe
I ain't even answer that
They ask how they kept with me
I just show them bands for that
They can't test me
Bitch I'm geeked up in a Tesla
Restin', in some red seats
Get my head up
Wipe them tears away, lil' bro
Come on, get your bread up
Ain't wastin' time bout' a hoe
Like my ass was fed up
This hoe, she really a fan
Louis bags up in my hands
I ain't got no voicemail
I told them grab a pad and pen
They like, damn, you goin' ham
Racks appear, I alakazam
They was sayin' that they broke
Now ask me if I give a damn
I asked the CNA to keep a secret
I mean it
Red lights with some blue lights
I'm a demon
Black pants and some white nights
I be cheesin
Cops try to search me
I'm like, what's the reason
Bops tryna surf me
I said I don't need it
Plug tryna serve me
Told them that I'm fiendin
Always keep a kel tec'
With my Kenan
Choppa, 50 round drum
I'ma feed it
They can't test me
Bitch I'm geeked up in a Tesla
Restin', in some red seats
Get my head up
Wipe them tears away, lil' bro
Come on, get your bread up
Ain't wastin' time bout' a hoe
Like my ass was fed up
They can't test me
Bitch I'm geeked up in a Tesla
Restin', in some red seats
Get my head up
Wipe them tears away, lil' bro
Come on, get your bread up
Ain't wastin' time bout' a hoe
Like my ass was fed up