Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tap Out II, artist - Jay Rock.
Date of issue: 21.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tap Out II |
Backdrops, smoking on the bombest weed |
Backshots finna go down when we leave |
And I got squad in the back, oh yeah, yeah |
And a foreign car in the back, oh yeah, yeah |
Looking like stars in the back, oh yeah, yeah |
Can’t tell me that I’m wrong (Wrong) |
Can’t tell me I ain’t on (On) |
Bottle straight to the head and I’m going |
'Til I tap out (Ooh) tap out (Ooh) |
Tap out (Ooh) tap out, ohh |
She wanna play 'til the morning (Morning) |
And I’ma give it to her like she want it |
Tap out, until she tap out |
Until she tap out, ohh |
She wanna play 'til the morning (Morning) |
And I’ma give it to her like she want it |
Only when I slide to the back |
Closed eyes in the back 'cause I’m high in the back |
Got a text where you at, ayy |
Only big flex where I’m at, ayy |
Bouncin' on the highway |
Head on the highway, I only do it my way |
I ain’t gon' play with it, I’ma work it out |
Stand up while I lay in it, couple hundred thou' |
Dead mans in the safe with it, know what I’m about |
Sip some, blow an 8th with you, bring it to the house |
Fuck you in a car in the back (Oh yeah, yeah) |
Fuck you so good, call back (Oh yeah, yeah) |
For real though |
How many fucks I give? |
Zero |
Eastside Johnny now, mama maxed out |
And I put that on mom and them, let me tap you out (Ohh oh) |
Backdrops, smoking on the bombest weed |
Backshots finna go down when we leave |
And I got squad in the back, oh yeah, yeah |
And a foreign car in the back, oh yeah, yeah |
Looking like stars in the back, oh yeah, yeah |
Can’t tell me that I’m wrong (Wrong) |
Can’t tell me I ain’t on (On) |
Bottle straight to the head and I’m going |
'Til I tap out (Ooh) tap out (Ooh) |
Tap out (Ooh) tap out, ohh |
She wanna play 'til the morning (Morning) |
And I’ma give it to her like she want it |
Tap out, until she tap out |
Until she tap out, ohh |
She wanna play 'til the morning (Morning) |
And I’ma give it to her like she want it |
Slide on the 'Gram lookin' for a new biatch |
Don’t fall through, back up cause I’ma be aight |
Put it in my face, I’ma lurk though |
Ass like Bernice Burgos |
Capricorn, Libra, Virgo |
Slidin' down your tongue like Merlot |
Zodiac, girl what’s your zodiac? |
That’s your boyfriend? |
Well, I know he mad |
How you feel? |
I might be too raw for you, too real |
I know your homegirl wanna pop pills |
Ducked off in them Hollywood Hills |
I be on bullshit, we be on bullshit |
Pull up on me one time, know you ain’t doin' shit |
I be on the front line, what’s happenin'? |
Ballin' when it’s crunch time, I ain’t lackin' (Ohh oh) |
Backdrops, smoking on the bombest weed |
Backshots finna go down when we leave |
And I got squad in the back, oh yeah, yeah |
And a foreign car in the back, oh yeah, yeah |
Looking like stars in the back, oh yeah, yeah |
Can’t tell me that I’m wrong (Wrong) |
Can’t tell me I ain’t on (On) |
Bottle straight to the head and I’m going |
'Til I tap out (Ooh) tap out (Ooh) |
Tap out (Ooh) tap out, ohh |
She wanna play 'til the morning (Morning) |
And I’ma give it to her like she want it |
Tap out, until she tap out |
Until she tap out, ohh |
She wanna play 'til the morning (Morning) |
And I’ma give it to her like she want it |