Tip Toe

Yeah, tip toe, tip toe, yeah

Ball like disco, yeah

Pop like Crisco, yeah

I don't slip, no

I won't trip, no, yeah

Tip toe, tip toe, yeah

Tip toe, yeah, yeah

I be on a roll

Sorta like hotdogs

Shorty, what are those?

Must be a knockoff

Hate to be Frank

Maybe it's hot sauce

Wearing tight clothes

So it might pop off, yeah

The pressure is on when I'm in the room

Hotter than June, Whacky done blew like balloons

Money get like blue like lagoon

I aim for the stars and shot to the moon

Been on my shit just like prunes

Straight from the womb to my tomb

Bitch, I'm back like a couple that spoons

Whatever I want, it's for sure that I'm having it

I had the vision, they couldn't imagine it

Japanese KAPITAL cross body baggin' it

All this success I attained 'cause I'm passionate

Always been adamant, good money management

Head to toe stunting, they tryna examine it

Rappers is food, I should store 'em in cabinets