Tight Rope by Lil Tracy Lyrics

[Intro]
Neilaworld
Woo!

[Chorus]
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

[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 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
[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 bitches
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 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

[Verse 2]
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