TIPTOE lyrics

[Intro]
n*ggas just rapping 'cause like
Why not?
Golf boys, ayo

[Chorus]
I tip-tip-tip-tip toe in this b*tch
Everybody got opinions, everybody got tips
Tell them Twitter finger n*ggas they can cancel my di*k, hmm
I tip-tip-tip-tip toe in this ho
Somebody tell the devil that I'm knocking at the door

[Verse 1]
Ayo, ayo
In my mansion, n*gga, salsa dancing, n*gga
Smiling on me face, I'm so handsome, n*gga
I was edgy, n*gga, now it's Fetti
I get my backyard, oh, that's the Getty
n*gga, I was in the garden couldn't fathom
It was snakes in the grass, but I couldn't grab 'em
Focus on the Eve, nah, focus on the green
In the trees with binoculars, looking for an Adam
Let me tell ya, I got dreams to sell ya
'Cause y'all reek of backwoods and some future failures
We was working deals, out finalizing hurdles
Y'all was out in Paris di*k-riding Virgil
Hope them Insta photos keep you cool in coach
Clout, yeah, oh, you out here?
Oh, you network, where your self-worth?
n*gga di*k ride 'til your neck hurt
n*gga we ok, boy better know, BBK
You want war, then I'm G.I. Joe
You get cooked, n*gga, B-B-Q
I Diplo then go MIA
Then skate off like a T.I. role (I say we get outta here)
n*ggas pretend to be bosses
You signed a 360, you lost it
That's 400 for my exhaust, the mean with the walk
Now tell the Black Youth, to just be
Tell 'em never stop
Yeah, we all moving, but you ain't gotta put us in a box
We can paint, we can draw, whatever
We can Lady Bird, we can Baby Boy
Whatever movie setting you choose
Just, just try to do better
And don't let them stretch you too thin, new leather, yuh
[Bridge]
I tip-tip-tip-tip toe in this b*tch
I tip-tip-tip-tip, run it (Run it, run it, run it)

[Verse 2]
666 when we bag 'em, hmm
Y'all ain't even know about the madam, hmm
Y'all can get the packet with the atom, boom
Summer just got a lil heater, yeah
Flower Boy gold no gimmicks, I joke
And I ain't have to f*ck a Akademiks to post
No radio play like once or so
Y'all swear y'all got the keys
I play piano, stop
n*gga, I'm the ammo in the Glock
Church pants, sandals with the socks
You n*ggas done, you better get the mop
No violence, curly hair bound to get the top
No violence, ayo
Incredible with commas I, make ya stretch like Violet mama, ayy
I go Dash and handmade ones the, neck Frozone like papa's partner, say
Incredible with commas I, make ya stretch like Violet mama in
I go Dash and handmade ones the, neck Frozone like papa's partner, n*gga

[Outro]
Runnin' in that b*tch
At the bottom of the b*tch
Had the doubles in the b*tch
Double O, double O, double T
I was in a meeting, f*cking with me
I ain't say nothing this off top of the dome
Shoutout Carti