TIPTOE
Tyler The Creator Lyrics


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Niggas is just rapping 'cause like
Why not?
Golf boys, ayo

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 hoe
Somebody tell the devil that I'm knocking at the door

Ayo, ayo
In my mansion, niggas salsa dancing nigga
Nigga smiling on me face, I'm so handsome nigga
I was edgy, nigga, now its 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
Lemme 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
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 them 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

I tip-tip-tip-tip toe in this bitch
I tip-tip-tip-tip toe run it (run it, run it, run it)

666 when we bag em, hmm
Y'all don't even know about the madam, hmm
Y'all can get the packet with the atom, boom
Summer just got a lil heater, yeah
Flower Boy gold no gimmicks, I joke
And I ain't have to fuck a Akademiks to post
No radio play like once or so
Y'all swear y'all got the keys
I play piano, stop
Nigga, I'm the ammo in the Glock
Church pants, sandals with the socks
You niggas done, you better get the mop
No violence, curly hair bounded at the top
No violence, ayo
Incredible with commas I, make ya stretch like Violet's mama, ay
I go Dash and handmade ones the, neck Frozone like papa's partner, say
Incredible with commas I, make ya stretch like Violet mama in
I go Dash and handmade ones the, neck Frozone like papa's partner, nigga

Runnin' in that bitch
At the bottom of the bitch
Had the doubles in the bitch
Double O, double O, double T
I was in a meeting, fucking with me




I ain't say nothing this off top of the dome
Shoutout Carti

Overall Meaning

In Tyler the Creator's song TIPTOE, he talks about his success in the industry despite the obstacles that come with it. He mentions how many people have opinions and advice but he is just tip-toeing in the game and doesn't care about their criticism. He also references his mansion and his success in the music industry with lines like "Y'all swear y'all got the keys, I play piano, stop." He talks about being focused on money and success, saying "Focus on the Eve, nah focus on the green."


Throughout the song, Tyler takes on a cocky and confident tone, calling out others for their failures and dick-riding. He tells the black youth to never stop and to try to do better, and emphasizes the importance of not letting anyone stretch them too thin. He also references a few famous people including Akademiks and Carti, as shoutouts or comparisons.


Line by Line Meaning

Niggas is just rapping 'cause like Why not? Golf boys, ayo
People make music just for the sake of it, why not? Golf boys with a shoutout.


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 hoe Somebody tell the devil that I'm knocking at the door
I'm sneaking around cautiously in this place where everyone has something to say about me. I don't care about their opinions. I'm coming for what I want and I'm not afraid of anything, even the devil.


Ayo, ayo In my mansion, niggas salsa dancing nigga Nigga smiling on me face, I'm so handsome nigga I was edgy, nigga, now its 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 Lemme 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 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 them 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
In my luxurious mansion, I'm living my best life, dancing and smiling. I'm no longer the edgy person I was, now I'm focused on making money. It's hard to trust anyone because of people who are fake and untrustworthy. But we are BBK and we are okay. I'll fight for what I need and I'll cook the competition. I'm out here doing my thing and I'm no pretend boss. I'm proud of the progress we've made as black youth and we should always strive to do our best, and not let anyone push us too hard.


I tip-tip-tip-tip toe in this bitch I tip-tip-tip-tip toe run it (run it, run it, run it) 666 when we bag em, hmm Y'all don't even know about the madam, hmm Y'all can get the packet with the atom, boom Summer just got a lil heater, yeah Flower Boy gold no gimmicks, I joke And I ain't have to fuck a Akademiks to post No radio play like once or so Y'all swear y'all got the keys I play piano, stop Nigga, I'm the ammo in the Glock Church pants, sandals with the socks You niggas done, you better get the mop No violence, curly hair bounded at the top No violence, ayo Incredible with commas I, make ya stretch like Violet's mama, ay I go Dash and handmade ones the, neck Frozone like papa's partner, say Incredible with commas I, make ya stretch like Violet mama in I go Dash and handmade ones the, neck Frozone like papa's partner, nigga
I'm still carefully tiptoeing around and moving silently, running this game. We're packaging our product and it's hotter than ever. I don't need gimmicks to make good music and I don't need anyone's help. We've made it without any radio support. They think they have the game figured out, but I'm the one calling the shots. I'm like the bullets in the gun, powerful and in control. I'm living my life however I want, and you'll need a mop to clean up after I'm done. I'm not about violence, but I'm still unstoppable. I've got skills with the flow that will blow your mind like Violet's mom in The Incredibles. I've got designer gear and a style that's cold like Frozone.


Runnin' in that bitch At the bottom of the bitch Had the doubles in the bitch Double O, double O, double T I was in a meeting, fucking with me I ain't say nothing this off top of the dome Shoutout Carti
I'm running the game and I've got all the money I need. I'm the one who calls the shots and I'm comfortable in any situation. I'm freestyling and making it sound easy. Shoutout to Carti.




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Tyler Gregory Okonma

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JT

[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 hoe
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 its 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
[Bridge]
I tip-tip-tip-tip toe in this bitch
I tip-tip-tip-tip, run it (run it, run it, run it)

[Verse 2]
666 when we bag 'em, hmm
Y'all ain't even know about the madam, hmm
Y'all can get the packet with the atom, boom
Summer just got a lil heater, yeah
Flower Boy gold no gimmicks, I joke
And I ain't have to fuck a Akademiks to post
No radio play like once or so
Y'all swear y'all got the keys
I play piano, stop
Nigga, I'm the ammo in the Glock
Church pants, sandals with the socks
You niggas done, you better get the mop
No violence, curly hair bound to get the top
No violence, ayo
Incredible with commas I, make ya stretch like Violet mama, ayy
I go Dash and handmade ones the, neck Frozone like papa's partner, say
Incredible with commas I, make ya stretch like Violet mama in
I go Dash and handmade ones the, neck Frozone like papa's partner, nigga

[Outro]
Runnin' in that bitch
At the bottom of the bitch
Had the doubles in the bitch
Double O, double O, double T
I was in a meeting, fucking with me
I ain't say nothing this off top of the dome
Shoutout Carti



All comments from YouTube:

worstplayer

First Carti is a Tyler fanboy.
Then Tyler remixes his song.
Now they’ve finally made a song together.

alejos_banned

chrxmos they have been on a song together already

Jacob C

Telephone calls has both carti and Tyler and that's been out for a while

basketfullofish

chrxmos two songs now :))

Darius Boquarius

earfquake makes it 2

jon lee

Man do I got a song for you

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Glorious Muffin

Anytime he says "ayo" you just know it's going to be fire

whoskamo

So everytime??

Hey it’s Mya

Glorious Muffin so all the time😭

wovke

so always?!

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