Ticklemytip & PACKGOD - Winnie The Pooh

Ticklemytip & PACKGOD - Winnie The Pooh Lyric

Goofy Ahh Uncle Productions, nigga!

I used to mop floors at Wendy's, now I'm mopping the opps up
Me and Quan spinnin' yo block goin' fa' fa'
Red beam choppa', that shit my lil' lobsta'
I had more dread in my life than a Rasta
Now I be shuffling through all of these offers

Made a lil' bread now they all tryna rob us
Told us we couldn't, I told 'em "Just watch us"
Pateks and Rollies, now we got the watches
You a lil' cone, bitch, you ain't finna stop us
Up in the cut, know that shit could get reckless
Knife on the draco, it could leave you neckless
Dropped out of school but they still tryna test us
Grew up on BO2, you can't offend us
We ain't no button, you ain't finna press us
It could get tense if you acting pretentious

I'm with the gang, bitch, I roll with the minions like Gru
If we caught you lacking, would you even know what to do?
You flexin' them reps but you can't even afford real shoes
Make all this honey, I feel like I'm Winnie The Pooh

Yeah that hoe she suck my dick, I make her
I do not give a fuck lil' hoe you heard? I'm not talking bout Amber
And I'm shitting all over you niggas and I need some toilet paper
If your bitch wanna come 'round me, best believe that I'ma take her
That girl she is a demon and you know I'm a slayer
Got a Glock on my side and I call it my neighbor
I freestyle all night, don't need pen or no paper
Got a stick with the motherfucking beam, turn you to water vapor

Bitch nigga lookin' like a big toe
She wanna come fuck up on me and I told her "Bitch no"
Got a couple bitches on me and I'm talkin' six hoes
Finna sneak up on a nigga, I'm not talkin' about a tip toe
Got a bag on your head, yeah, I'm finna go and get those
Keep on playing, get crossed like Chris hoe
Pull up in a Benz though
Finna fuck up on a bitch named Lizzo, take this dick hoe

I got a glickity-glickity, finna pull up on a nigga actin' riggity-riggity
Throw the bands in the air, I'm talkin' fifties and fifties
Finna leave a nigga red like Trippie, Trippie
If he keep on talkin shit to me
Got a beam finna aim at his knee
If he play with me then he gon' see the sky
I'm finna send his ass up to the motherfucking clouds
Please say hi to God

I'm with the gang, bitch, I roll with the minions like Gru
If we caught you lacking, would you even know what to do?
You flexin' them reps but you can't even afford real shoes
Make all this honey, I feel like I'm Winnie The Pooh

Damn, but we back now
Finna work my ass off till I cash out
Getting all this exp till I'm maxed out
Life's a bitch, finna go blow her back out
They ain't ever know who I'ma pack now
You a rat so you stay in the rat house
Get me water, bitch, I'm feeling gassed out
Got an android but I keep the Mac out

Straight from the heavens, I'm heaven sent
She said I rock like some sediment, pop a lil' perk, get adrenaline
Keep me a cannon like Mega Man, I will pull up on yo settlement
Riding with trunks in the elephant
These bitches know that menacing, entering into my element
Everyone fighting for relevance, you a lil' bitch and that's evident
Me and Quan do this shit elegant (yeah!)

Think I'm despicable, was gettin' money, now I get additional
Was taking L's now I'm feeling invincible
Internet money, that cash come in digital
Came a long way from my life that was miserable
Now I be making my name individual
Now the cash flow steady stayin' continual
Packing up all of my opps, its habitual
Bitch on my stick and she casting a ritual
Oh fuck!

I'm with the gang, bitch, I roll with the minions like Gru
If we caught you lacking, would you even know what to do?
You flexin' them reps but you can't even afford real shoes
Make all this honey, I feel like I'm Winnie The Pooh

Goofy Ahh Uncle Productions, nigga!