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