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TIPPYTOES
8
Hip-Hop
TIPPYTOES was released on November 28, 2025 by Manteca Music as a part of the album HANZAI
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AlbumHANZAI
Release DateNovember 28, 2025
LabelManteca Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
CRIMEAPPLE
CRIMEAPPLE
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sabastian Vasco
Sabastian Vasco
Songwriter
Tivon Key
Tivon Key
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
V Don
V Don
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Colombiano, get the chavo, any country I go
Desperado, chunka of chunky palo leave his rugby hollow
Fuck a follow or like, only my pops know me
My shit too crazy, you can keep them three fire emojis
Underrated, understated when we talking greatness
Don't even mention no steppin' player, my walk was heinous
Awkward gazes out in public, I'm a star I guess
New apartment closer to the starfish, that's a bar I guess
More or less, I started out with the rats and roaches, had to focus
Why wouldn't I get on these tracks sounding braggadocious?
I did my time being humble, you should've took advantage
Copperfield my way out of them handcuffs, I make a hooker vanish
This shit is magic, hit the gas and I can make the ass lift
Turn Saks Fifth to ashes with a piece of plastic
Got competition teaming up, nah, this shit is drastic
You taking shots like reaching up to God's cabinet, I'm not having it
[Refrain]
No, no, no
[Chorus]
Ain't no sense in tryna hit me, bro
You better get on your tippy toes
Ain't no sense in tryna hit me, ho
You need to get on your tippy toes
Ain't no sense in tryna hit me, bro
You better get on your tippy toes
Uh, ain't no sense
Uh, yeah, you better get on your tippy toes
[Verse 2]
Look, growing up, we was very poor, a scary thought
Son talking to swine, tryna tell him that we're involved
When the time might get lost with a dime, Mount Airy resort
Summer might be lit on the ferry wearing terry cloth
Very unnecessary to talk unless cake the topic
Made a promise, never signed with a rapper who would rake my pockets
Revered in Colombian ghettos, in the states I'm poppin'
Bool with some bloods, cool with some crips, guess I'm patriotic
Me, I just wanna play the tropics and get paid from sonnets
Used to whip the Hyundai, yeah, them days was modest
On 56, smell crack fumes that would make me vomit
Who would think I went around the world like Halley's comet?
I used to hit the check cash, and now I make deposits
When people switched up on me, I just stayed in pocket
Still at the chow line to be honest, but now my plate is brolic
Y'all pushing feature specials on social media, this game's demonic
[Chorus]
Ain't no sense in tryna hit me, bro
You don't need to get on your tippy toes
Ain't no sense in tryna hit me, ho
You would need to be on your tippy toes
Ain't no sense in tryna hit me, bro
Ain't no sense
No, no, no, no, no
Even if you was on your tippy toes
Written by: Sabastian Vasco, Tivon Key
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