Fresh off the release of his long-awaited debut album Please Excuse Me for Being Antisocial, Grammy-nominated rapper Roddy Ricch tiptoes onto the Billboard Hot 100 with his A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie-assisted track “Tip Toe” at No. 83 (chart dated Dec. 14).
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The braggadocious affair brings the lyrics’ riches to life in the slimy music video. Ricch brags about how he can swipe another man’s wife from him because she’s so fascinated by his drip, as his Patek watch liquidates and slides into her mouth before forming into grillz, while A Boogie warns listeners they’re both not to be messed with.
Check out the lyrics and music video below.
Put the whole da– hood on, huh
Patron of the New I had to put the drip on
Ask me how many n—as I done put on
My private planes ’bout to fly with the good old
I f— with boujie bi—es, f— a hood ho
Hit that bi— from the back and told her ditto
Seen the jakes and a n—a had to get low
She looking at the Patek like some Skittles
Her husband been talking tough, I turned her widow
Giuseppe got me on my tiptoe
Why you wifin’ on a flip ho?
Bought the strap, playing give and go
Serving junkies out the window
Tried to rob us, got extendo
We ain’t playing no pretendo
Sipping on this Codeine
A n—a gotta speak my mind, mm-mm
I remember we was having popo’nem behind, yeah, yeah
I’m gettin’ money, I can see the hate inside his eyes
Yeah, yeah, huh
F— a bi—, I had to grab her by the waist
Hit the p—y ’til I knock it outta place
In the V12, get a lot of face
Spare the details, finished on her face
And I had the strap when I caught my case
Just got the grow house, started in the bay
I made a hundred plays in a day
Put a AP bi— inside of the face
And I got the hood down, they riding every day
Putting money on the opps, no face, no case
Rose gold Rollie on a n—a
Put the whole da– hood on, huh
Patron of the New I had to put the drip on
Ask me how many n—as I done put on
My private planes ’bout to fly with the good old
I f— with boujie bi—es, f— a hood ho
Hit that bi— from the back and told her ditto
Seen the jakes and a n—a had to get low
She looking at the Patek like some Skittles
Her husband been talking tough, I turned her widow
Giuseppe got me on my tiptoe
Why you wifin’ on a flip ho?
Bought the strap, playing give and go
Serving junkies out the window
Tried to rob us, got extendo
We ain’t playing no pretendo
Balenciaga-wearin’-a– n—a
Hoodied up with a mask, n—a
Sh– snatched now you want it back, n—a
I just hope you don’t go and rat, n—a
Long johns right under the strap, n—a
That’s for you staring a– n—as
Sawed-off head tap, double-tap n—as
That’s for you rat n—as
No, I can’t do no nine to five
Nah-nah-nah I went to work with the strap, n—a
I came around with five, Roddy came with six
And we got eleven straps with us
F— with my ride-or-die
Holes in your body, n—a
Like SpongeBob and backflipping
Go ta-da-da, ta-da-da
N—a, I know magic n—a
Rose gold Rollie on a n—a
Put the whole da– hood on, huh
Patron of the New I had to put the drip on
Ask me how many n—as I done put on
My private planes ’bout to fly with the good old
I f— with bougie bi—es, f— a hood ho
Hit that bi— from the back and told her ditto
Seen the jakes and a n—a had to get low
She looking at the Patek like some Skittles
Her husband been talking tough, I turned her widow
Giuseppe got me on my tiptoe
Why you wifin’ on a flip ho?
Bought the strap, playing give and go
Serving junkies out the window
Tried to rob us, got extendo
We ain’t playing no pretendo
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Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Rodrick Moore, Artist Julius Dubose