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