Tip toe, through the window, by the window, that's where I'll be Come tip toe, through the tulips, with me Tip toe, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Tip toe, pockets so fat like a hippo, I turn white to a widow Bro just got blood on his new coat, damn, hold on, huh, *** it I gave a dick and she love it, asked that bitch what she want, she said nothing Broken bag on her back and she frontin', broken bag in her back and she cap a lot I do drugs, I trap a lot, bad bitch fat ass and she laugh a lot She be in the club, shake ass a lot, don't send her at it cause we got the drop Came from the bottom, now we at the top, whoa, huh, what, huh I put my thumb in the uh, huh, I just been runnin' it up, but I'm like a stitch and a cut, yeah, broke out a pot and a runch And we smokin', I baggin' it up, yeah, whoa, huh She stepped in the room with no clothes, told her lean back, fat Joe My body different, I can take your soul, only two ways this could go You know, I like fast cars, nice clothes, oh no My heart, so cold, don't love me, let me go Hold on, step up, jump in that water, get wet up I like her best friend better, might let her tow my Beretta I know that you must hurt, Stevie never let up, I'm too hot, dog, better catch up Hold on, hold on, I'm too hot, dog, better catch up Pull up, huh, pop out, huh, dog, I'ma talk, you get knocked out Ride through the block with the top down, I'ma clean them up, I brought the mop out, huh Ayy, wait, say they love me, but I'm tryna see how Free my gang, got them up in the dog pound, rent it up and I'm puttin' my dogs down Hold on, ayy, rent it up and I'm puttin' my dogs down Hold on, ayy, rent it up and I'm puttin' my dogs down Towel through the window, or the window, I'ma try to be Tip-toe through the tulips, or the me They know I'm too fat to tip-toe, thought I could help you, the rest ain't no pillow Make me search for your house, they think Zelo, bullets sick from the swift, ain't no willow Hold on, wait, did they just, what? Did they turn the beat off in this bitch? Spit that heat, see the steam off in this bitch? Stay with Bloom, got the cleanin' type of *** Wait, cause I'm feelin' myself like I'm about to beat off No home on my Glock, got a dick and I walk with a limp like I'm deformed Show these niggas to bomb, that's a C4 Bring pressure to those who oppose when I'm vast I got them big packs on me, no bodybuilder Straps all around like a dike is wither Baby so fine, guess that's how I bill her No domestic violence, but I gotta hit her I, got, too much sauce on the ass I was the class clown, used to laugh Wait, who them niggas? They tryna jump me, I code broke If he don't got it, then his gang is sold They tryna jump me, I code broke If he don't got it, then his gang is sold Uh, uh If he don't got it, then his gang is sold Uh, I don't even call him, tell you twenty Bam, ba-da-ba