Tight Rope

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 Woo!
 Yeah, bust a nut on her face
 Then I threw out the cape 'cause that bitch can't get saved
 Took my foot off the brake, who the fuck tryna race?
 Yeah, my lawyer is great, got the same one as Drake (Yeah)
 Bought that bitch a Uber from her boyfriend crib
 I ain't even think that she wanted to suck my dick
 But she did that shit,
 that proves that bitches isn't shit (Isn't Shit)
 These critics talking shit, but it don't do shit but benefit
 Thanks, I'm walking with racks out the bank
 Made a 100K, think I'ma faint
 And my diamonds is wet like a drink
 I'm walking on tightrope, they wanna see me fall
 I'm walking on tightrope,
 I'm walking on tightrope, they wanna see me fall
 Swear that nigga a bitch (Swear that nigga's a bitch)
 Sign a deal all of a sudden, now you the shit
 I'm not tryna to talk shit
 But how the fuck you perform for two minutes and then dip?
 Woo!
 I'm in first class, and I'm stretching my legs
 And my bitch bad, she gon' open her legs
 Got a big bag, I be paying my rent
 And I'm so rad, I setting the trends
 I don't wear Vans, yeah, Fendi my kicks
 I do not hold hands, girl, suck on this dick
 Fell off a boat man, I got all of the drip
 Shout out my folks man, we all finna be rich
 I don't have no kids, but these niggas my sons
 Got a foreign whip, nigga, try to keep up
 Yeah, my engine loud, you can hear when I come
 I'm smoking dope, bitch I need a new lung
 I be fucking hoes, tryna find me the one
 Fuck being broke, bitch, I'm running it up
 Yeah my shoes is Fendi, but this jacket Laurent
 R.I.P my brother, yeah I do it for Gus
 I just gotta get this off my chest (Chest)
 Girl, there's something I gotta confess to you (Confess to you)
 You no different from these bitches
 You just like them, and they just like you (Woo!)
 Yeah, bust a nut on her face
 Then, I threw out the cape 'cause that bitch can't get saved
 Took my foot off the brake, who the fuck tryna race?
 Yeah, my lawyer is great, got the same one as Drake (Yeah)
 Bought that bitch a Uber from her boyfriend crib
 I ain't even think that she wanted to suck my dick
 But she did that shit,
 that proves that bitches isn't shit (Isn't Shit)
 These critics talking shit, but it don't do shit but benefit
 I-I think that I just might be crazy, yeah
 I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy for love
 Fuck Judge Judy, I need somebody who won't judge
 I can't believe I really thought you was the one
 I-I think that you just might be crazy, yeah
 You going crazy, going crazy, for love
 I bet you give a fuck that I just stopped giving a fuck
 (Stopped giving a fuck)
 My new bitch got more money than me
 How the fuck she fit inside them jeans?
 My old bitch sad just like Yung Lean
 Look at my shoes, that's Alex McQueen
 I'm getting rich right off my streams
 These fuck niggas hate it when I breathe
 I remember when I used to sleep on the floor
 Now they paying me 20 just to perform
 Lil' nigga, I'm ballin' who wanna play horse?
 I'ma skeet on a ho then I skrrt in a Porsche
 This nigga my son, shoulda got an abortion
 Know some country niggas who done hopped off they porches
 Let em see you, they gon' shoot at your horse
 Let em see you, they gon' shoot at your horse
 Bitches lying, I'ma take em' to court
 You rockin' Jordan, bitch, I'm rockin' Dior
 I'm smoking Cookie, bitch, I'm not smoking ports
 I love my mama, I don't care about a whore
 Last night, I spent a night in the fort
 Don't call me, bitch you know I'm recording
 Couple years ago, I couldn't afford it
 Got six figures when I got off the tour
 

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Duration
04:05
Key
10
Tempo
133 BPM

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