DeJ Loaf, Sada Baby and 42 Dugg - 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
Rockin' 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 gettin' dressed, I prolly come out in a robe
Had to cut the 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 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 bitches 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, Rick 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 you
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 throw her a lil' thousand from that shit under my couch
Still got bricks all in my house, once I move on 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 to your spot I back end, niggas know that bag 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
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 (okay)
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 can't drank off in my brib
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, like Wonder Woman rope is 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), suppresser on it, how that bitch soundin'?
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, let me see your foot work
I tried to tell you we got poles, clap like the nolia
Pussy nigga gettin' exposed, thought I ain't know you (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
Written by:
Casada Sorrell, Deja Monet Trimble, Tyron Buddah Douglas
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