Tip Toe Pouya & JID

[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