Tip Toe Songtext
von Tierra Whack

Yeah, tiptoe, tiptoe, yeah
Ball like disco, yeah
Pop like Crisco, yeah
I don′t slip, no
I won't trip, no, yeah
Tiptoe, tiptoe, yeah
Tiptoe, yeah, yeah

I be on a roll, sorta like hotdogs
Shorty, what are those? Must be a knock off
Hate to be frank, maybe it′s hot sauce
Wearing tight clothes, so it might pop off, yeah (yeah)

(Swaggy, huh? No)


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, ah

Whatever I want, it′s for sure that I′m having it
I had the vision, they couldn't imagine it
Japanese capital, 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