Tip Toe

[Intro: JID]

Yeah, kamikaze, um, kamikaze, um

[Verse 1: JID]

Kamikaze caramel covered karma on the tip of my taste buds

Tip of the iceberg, tip to the waitress

Tip on your toes mama, don't trip on that mink rug

That's a lil' mud, mama don't trip on that pink stuff

That's a lil' pussy baby, don't trip on that pink stuff

I'm just tryna hit it once, no reason to break up

She look at me like, "This nigga don't think when he say stuff"

Fuckin' right, and that's probably the root to my problems

'Member I told you 'bout that time we almost got shot up

They came from the back of the back, and plot to come rob us

The funny thing with that, them niggas robbin' the robbers

My homie lost a stack, I lost like forty-one dollars

I said, "Both you niggas wack and if I see you, inshallah"

He had the gun to my neck, I don't know why he ain't wild out

Brocka-rocka, call my brother like them just killed Blocka

But no nada, I quote shottas

Haha, guala in my pocket, bitch, I'm ballin', Prince Ali Ababwa

Bwoy-bwoy life sucks on the other end of the blocka

We dodge them shots from the other end of the block

It's no end runnin' from niggas and cops

Damn

[Verse 2: Pouya]

I been through the worst, I should've been inside that hearse

The mo' I stack my paper tall, the mo' they want me in the dirt

Six feet under, these women make me wonder

Would you still want my number? If that Rollie wasn't under your budget

I'll never know who really got the best intentions for me

So I keep my circle tight and I got that Glock in my reach

Without a question, see me runnin' to the check, no second guesses

Smith and Wesson if they steppin' out of line (bitch)

What's on your mind, lil' bitch? I ain't got no time for this

Back and forth, mumblin' under your breath, just tell me what the fuckin' problem is

These problematic bitches always want the finer things

But you ain't fine enough to get your finder's fee

She want to squall, she want assault, that's fine with me, finally

Fuckin' hoes I only thought I see inside my fantasies

That Phantom Ghost inspire me to do the most

That Honda Civic made me hungry for some foreign motors

Upgraded to the Porsche before I drank my Folgers

Pour that forty on the soil for my fallen soldiers

Pour that forty on the soil for my dead hope

Never going back in time, never gon' be dead broke (Bitch)