Tiptoe ft. Highc843 Lyrics

Knowin' what I've done, but you always comin' back

Bearin' all these scars, but I flex it like a tat

Puffin' in the box, niggas gettin' cataracts

Cash blue and green, gettin' different kinda racks

When I'm sober, it's over

Hard to keep the pacing when your body leanin' forward

Pop another Oxy, feel my body gettin' colder

Beatin' from the back, but you can take it, you a soldier

Motorola flip phone, kickin' shit right off the dome

Fuckin' on a bad bitch, layin' like she goin' prone

Nigga really mad about it, your blip gone

Big stones, been grown, pussy nigga get gone

Candles lit, don't get blown, pour it up, don't get throwed

Nigga feelin' sneaky 'til the tag, all on they tiptoes

In the paint, I hit those, think you winnin' Rickrolled

Got these bitches lookin' like they bottles, poppin' Mentos

Puffin' on a blunt, I know there ain't no comin' back

Pop another bean, I'm pullin' senzus out the pack

Mixin' up the potion just to see how they react

Feelin' like Usagi, sailin' to the moon and back

Darkness in my palace, I can feel impending doom

Fire up the Phoenix, smell the smoke up in my room

Grippin' on the hammer, lookin' like a Looney Tune

Shorty said she miss me, told her that I'll see her soon