Tip Drill lyrics

[Intro]
(Bullet Loko on the beat, huh?)

[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
She a backseat bandit, so I had to hit her with the tip drill
He a lame, he'll do anything his b*tch will
I told her take me off the 'Gram, but you need to chill
Better stop that mean muggin' 'fore sh*t get real
A backseat bandit, so I had to hit her with the tip drill
He a lame, he'll do anything his b*tch will
I told her take me off the 'Gram, but you need to chill
Better stop that mean muggin' 'fore sh*t get real

[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
She a back seat bandit, so I had to hit her with the smackdown
She said she want thе di*k raw, but I'm not a clown
n*gga say he a thug, we know the truth, hе just wanna be down
I got his b*tch gave me strips 'cause he come around
Hit his b*tch with the tip drill and her guts wildin'
Stupid b*tch, I can't love you 'cause I'm too childish
Hundred bands in clothes in one 'fit, b*tch, my crew stylin'
Three flippin' Louis, I don't care if they cost two thousand
He a lame, he'll do anything his b*tch will
Only if he knew the type of sh*t she do off them pills
He a lame, he'll do anything his b*tch will
Only if he knew the type of sh*t she do off them pills, the Plug
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
She a backseat bandit, so I had to hit her with the tip drill
He a lame, he'll do anything his b*tch will
I told her take me off the 'Gram, but you need to chill
Better stop that mean muggin' 'fore sh*t get real
A backseat bandit, so I had to hit her with the tip drill
He a lame, he'll do anything his b*tch will
I told her take me off the 'Gram, but you need to chill
Better stop that mean muggin' 'fore sh*t get real

[Verse 2: Ketchy the Great]
I cannot be lovin' on that b*tch, I told her, "Knock it off"
f*ck a n*gga b*tch, he throwin' fits, I think he p*ssed off
Ain't talkin' 'bout the oochies on my phone and this a missed call
Threw away the Gucci, I'm in Louis, I'm droppin' racks off
I'm foreign whip slidin' with a chop, I brought the bags out
I really sit and joke about the opps, I laugh out loud
[?], I'ma pop him, I don't smoke a Black & Mild
Ain't talkin' to the cops, let's box 'em, goin' to trial
I got titties on the chopper, squeeze, milk him like a cow
The Stinc Team run the streets, these other n*ggas stole the style
I'm smokin' zaza pack out a bag, I'm blowin' loud
She a backseat bandit, my di*k jumpin' out her mouth

[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug & Snap Dogg]
She a backseat bandit, so I had to hit her with the tip drill
He a lame, he'll do anything his b*tch will
I told her take me off the 'Gram, but you need to chill
Better stop that mean muggin' 'fore sh*t get real
A backseat bandit, so I had to hit her with the tip drill
He a lame, he'll do anything his b*tch will
I told her take me off the 'Gram, but you need to chill (Yeah)
Better stop that mean muggin' 'fore sh*t get real (Slide)
[Verse 3: Snap Dogg]
I like one ho, two hoes, I got plenty of 'em (I do)
And they all bring the bag, I ain't gotta love 'em (Yeah)
And these hoes ain't sh*t, I'll never trust 'em (No)
You fell in love with the pus*y so you gotta cuff 'em (Ugh)
You the type of n*gga goin' through your b*tch DM (Fag)
I ain't tryna keep her, you can have her by the p.m (b*tch)
[?] softest n*gga in the club, always actin' tough
I just signaled my shooter, he'll tear this b*tch up
I seen him muggin' over there, lil' n*ggas tryna rush
I'm from Detroit, b*tch n*gga, you'll never take these buffs (Ho)
f*ck it, hit the exit, let's light this b*tch up (Ugh)
Skrrt off in the 'Cat, know it ain't no gettin' up (What? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yah)

[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
She a backseat bandit, so I had to hit her with the tip drill
He a lame, he'll do anything his b*tch will
I told her take me off the 'Gram, but you need to chill
Better stop that mean muggin' 'fore sh*t get real
A backseat bandit, so I had to hit her with the tip drill
He a lame, he'll do anything his b*tch will
I told her take me off the 'Gram, but you need to chill
Better stop that mean muggin' 'fore sh*t get real