Tight Rope lyrics

[Intro]
Neilaworld
Woo!

[Chorus]
Yeah, bust a nut on her face
Then I threw out the cape 'cause that b*tch can't get saved
Took my foot off the brake, who the f*ck tryna race?
Yeah, my lawyer is great, got the same one as Drake (Yeah)
Bought that b*tch a Uber from her boyfriend crib
I ain't even think that she wanted to suck my di*k
But she did that sh*t, that proves that b*tches isn't sh*t (Isn't sh*t)
These critics talking sh*t, but it don't do sh*t but benefit

[Verse 1]
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 n*gga a b*tch (Swear that n*gga's a b*tch)
Sign a deal all of a sudden, now you the sh*t
I'm not tryna to talk sh*t
But how the f*ck you perform for two minutes and then dip?
Woo!
I'm in first class, and I'm stretching my legs
And my b*tch 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 di*k
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 n*ggas my sons
Got a foreign whip, n*gga, try to keep up
Yeah, my engine loud, you can hear when I come
I'm smoking dope, b*tch I need a new lung
I be f*cking hoes, tryna find me the one
f*ck being broke, b*tch, 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
[Pre-Chorus]
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 b*tches
You just like them, and they just like you (Woo!)

[Chorus]
Yeah, bust a nut on her face
Then, I threw out the cape 'cause that b*tch can't get saved
Took my foot off the brake, who the f*ck tryna race?
Yeah, my lawyer is great, got the same one as Drake (Yeah)
Bought that b*tch a Uber from her boyfriend crib
I ain't even think that she wanted to suck my di*k
But she did that sh*t, that proves that b*tches isn't sh*t (Isn't sh*t)
These critics talking sh*t, but it don't do sh*t but benefit

[Verse 2]
I-I think that I just might be crazy, yeah
I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy for love
f*ck 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 f*ck that I just stopped giving a f*ck
(Stopped giving a f*ck)
My new b*tch got more money than me
How the f*ck she fit inside them jeans?
My old b*tch sad just like Yung Lean
Look at my shoes, that's Alex McQueen
I'm getting rich right off my streams
These f*ck n*ggas hate it when I breathe
I remember when I used to sleep on the floor
Now they paying me 20 just to perform
Lil' n*gga, I'm ballin' who wanna play horse?
I'ma skeet on a ho then I skrrt in a Porsche
This n*gga my son, shoulda got an abortion
Know some country n*ggas 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
b*tches lying, I'ma take em' to court
You rockin' Jordan, b*tch, I'm rockin' Dior
I'm smoking Cookie, b*tch, 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, b*tch you know I'm recording
Couple years ago, I couldn't afford it
Got six figures when I got off the tour