Lyrics
Colombiano, get the Chavo, any country I go
Desperado, Tonka, Chunky, Palo, leave his rugby hollow
Fuck a follow or a like, only my pops know me
My shit too crazy, you can keep them three fire emojis
Underrated, understated when we talkin' greatness
Don't even mention no step in play and my walk was heinous
Awkward gazers out in public, I'm a star, I guess
New apartment closer to the starfish, that's a bar, I guess
More or less, I started out with the rats and roaches, had to focus
Why wouldn't I get on these tracks sounding braggadocious?
I did my time being humble, you should've took advantage
Copper filled my way out of them handcuffs, I make a hooker vanish
This shit is magic, hit the gas and I can make the ass lift
Turn Saks Fifth to ashes with a piece of plastic
Got competition teaming up, nah, this shit is drastic
You taking shots like reaching up to God's cabinet, I'm not having it
No, no, there ain't no sense in tryna hit me, bro
Nah, you better get on your tippytoes
Ain't no sense in tryna hit me, bro (you better get a ladder)
You need to get on your tippytoes
Ain't no sense in tryna hit me, bro (you might still need to catch an elevator)
You better get on your tippytoes (huh, shit)
Ain't no sense
Uh, yeah, fuck outta here, look (you better get on your tippytoes)
Growing up, we was very poor, scary thought
Son talking to swine, trying to tell him that we're involved
When the time might get lost with a dime, Mount Airy Resort
Summer might be lit on the ferry wearing terry cloth
Very unnecessary to talk and let's cake the topic
Made a promise, never signed with a rapper who would rake my pockets
Revered in Colombian ghettos and the States, I'm poppin' (uh-huh)
Move with some Bloods, cool with some Crips, guess I'm patriotic
Me, I just wanna play the tropics and get paid from sonnets
Used to whip the Hyundai, yeah, them days was modest
On 56, smelled crack fumes that would make me vomit
Who would think I went around the world like Halley's Comet?
I used to hit the check cash and now I make deposits
When people switched up on me, I just stayed in pocket (I just stayed in pocket)
Still at the chow line, to be honest, but now my plate is brolic
Y'all pushing feature specials on social media, this game's demonic
Ain't no sense in tryna hit me, bro
Nah, you need to get on your tippytoes
Ain't no sense in tryna hit me, bro
You'd need to be on your tippytoes
Ain't no sense in tryin' to hit me, bro (ain't no sense)
No, no, no, no sense
Even if you was on your tippytoes