Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tap In, artist - DeJ Loaf. Album song Sell Sole II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: BMG Rights Management (US), Yellow World
Song language: English
Tap In |
Hit em with the Jab |
Buddah bless this beat |
Come to my city you tap in, no, don’t get your back end |
Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in |
Come to my city you tap in, no, don’t get your back end |
Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in |
We got lions, we got tigers, we got choppers at the door |
Pull a TK in that cash, we hit him three times in a row |
I don’t know about yours, but my niggas, they on go |
And we higher than a bitch for anybody who want smoke |
Yes, I took that nigga bitch, I gave her back, she was broke |
Wrapped in all of this designer, it don’t come out in the store |
If I tell it how it is I could never get exposed |
Fuck that Internet beef, I rather hit you on the phone |
I don’t feel like getting dressed, I prolly come out in the Rover |
Had to cut a bitch off, she was playin' with her nose |
That’s your bitch, but she was playin' with the bros |
Nigga, no snitch, we be talkin' in that code, like |
You snitched, why them people at your door, like? |
Nigga, you folded, you told it |
Yeah, and everybody knows it |
Yeah, I said, «Everybody knows it"(Yeah) |
All of my bitches the baddest, we don’t do fake asses |
Some of my niggas be trappin', some of my niggas be scammin' |
Long as they gettin' that salad, long as that gettin' that cabbage |
You niggas is, woo |
Come to my city you tap in, no, don’t get your back end |
Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in |
Come to my city you tap in, no, don’t get your back end |
Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in |
We got lions, we got tigers, we got choppers at the door |
Pull a TK in that cash, we hit him three times in a row |
I don’t know about yours, but my niggas, they on go |
And we higher than a bitch for anybody who want smoke |
Yeah, Ric' doin' sixty, I’m gettin' fifty, I want forty |
Can trust these bitches, might be there when that shit important |
Yeah, I know they be hatin', I have no, I keep it on me |
Yeah, I say I’ma pay her, really gon' play her, end of story |
I done drove 'em and crashed 'em, I’m talkin' Benzes, talkin' Porsches |
All my niggas get active, you try to run up, they escort |
My bitches passin' their courses, I’m thuggin', fuckin', endorsin' |
My cousin called it extortion, I barely try niggas, force 'em |
I’m lit, I’m lit, I’m lit, got DeJ back on her shit |
Won’t squash beef with no lame until I fuck his bitch |
They still chasin' that clout, I’m still servin' my route |
I just quarter a thousand on that shit under my couch |
Still got bricks all in my house once I move and I’m out |
Put my dick in her mouth, I don’t love 'em or cuff 'em |
.41s on me, both bussin' |
When I come in your spot I back end, niggas know that bag, yeah |
Come to my city you tap in, no, don’t get your back end |
Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in |
Come to my city you tap in, no, don’t get your back end |
Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in |
We got lions, we got tigers, we got choppers at the door (Ayy) |
Pull a TK in that cash, we hit him three times in a row |
I don’t know about yours, but my niggas, they on go (Hey, they TCG, ayy) |
And we higher than a bitch for anybody who want smoke (Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy, |
now look) |
We some apes who move, dawg, I keep Draco for my breth' |
Pussy nigga hit my line, why is you in my DM? |
Instagram gon' be the death of Internet niggas and friends |
Fucked your bitch and gave her back, she had a Love Jones for my mans |
I’ma tell the truth, remember when the rope was wrapped around me? |
Bitches love me 'cause I lie with 'em but don’t cap around 'em |
Hit your hood in my new foreign, I might do some laps around ya |
Ain’t gotta up this MAC while I’m on Mac with DeJ, attract them commons |
Okay, woo, woo, there it is (Oh, yeah), suppressed, don’t know how that bitch |
sound |
Your bitch got you out here poutin', made you leave her in a lost and found |
East side nigga, big, almighty, pop a Perc', make her pull a all-nighter |
Make a nigga jit with this rifle, make me see your book work |
Pussy nigga gettin' exposed, thought I ain’t know you (Hm, hm, hm-hm-hm-hm) |
(Hm-hm-hm-hm) But now it’s over, you niggas is, ugh |
Come to my city you tap in, no, don’t get your back end |
Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in |
Come to my city you tap in, no, don’t get your back end |
Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in |
We got lions, we got tigers, we got choppers at the door |
Pull a TK in that cash, we hit him three times in a row |
I don’t know about yours, but my niggas, they on go |
And we higher than a bitch for anybody who want smoke |