TIPTOE Tyler, The Creator

[Intro]
Niggas just rapping 'cause like
Why not?
Golf boys, ayo

[Chorus]
I tip-tip-tip-tip toe in this bitch
Everybody got opinions, everybody got tips
Tell them Twitter finger niggas they can cancel my dick, hmm
I tip-tip-tip-tip toe in this ho
Somebody tell the devil that I'm knocking at the door

[Verse 1]
Ayo, ayo
In my mansion, nigga, salsa dancing, nigga
Smiling on me face, I'm so handsome, nigga
I was edgy, nigga, now it's Fetti
I get my backyard, oh, that's the Getty
Nigga, I was in the garden couldn't fathom
It was snakes in the grass, but I couldn't grab 'em
Focus on the Eve, nah, focus on the green
In the trees with binoculars, looking for an Adam
Let me tell ya, I got dreams to sell ya
'Cause y'all reek of backwoods and some future failures
We was working deals, out finalizing hurdles
Y'all was out in Paris dick-riding Virgil
Hope them Insta photos keep you cool in coach
Clout, yeah, oh, you out here?
Oh, you network, where your self-worth?
Nigga dick ride 'til your neck hurt
Nigga we ok, boy better know, BBK
You want war, then I'm G.I. Joe
You get cooked, nigga, B-B-Q
I Diplo then go MIA
Then skate off like a T.I. role (I say we get outta here)
Niggas pretend to be bosses
You signed a 360, you lost it
That's 400 for my exhaust, the mean with the walk
Now tell the Black Youth, to just be
Tell 'em never stop
Yeah, we all moving, but you ain't gotta put us in a box
We can paint, we can draw, whatever
We can Lady Bird, we can Baby Boy
Whatever movie setting you choose
Just, just try to do better
And don't let them stretch you too thin, new leather, yuh