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*gga’s trunk off mane
June 27th n*gga, 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 glass, me I call it fours
I’m the sh*t, 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 p*ssed, too many doors
I guess my sh*t 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*tch 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 classy but I gotta thug it
f*ck the crib, I’m tryna shine in public
n*gga 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*gga, 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