Tap In lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat)
(QRedOnTheTrack, and he runnin' this beat)

[Chorus]
n*gga, tap in, b*tch, I get this sh*t up out the mud like a bad kid
And I spend this money like I want to like I had it
And I keep a big pack on me like a bad b*tch
Pistol on my waist, sorry, baby
n*gga, tap in, b*tch, I get this sh*t up out the mud like a bad kid
And I spend this money like I want to like I had it
And I keep a big pack on me like a bad b*tch
Pistol on my waist, sorry, baby, that's a habit

[Verse 1]
5-5-6, 2-2-3 around the city, I make big noise
I just counted fifty in all fives, free the landlord (Free the landlord)
Take a pretty b*tch and push her face against my backboard
When that ho be naggin', tell her, "Shut up, make my di*k hard" (b*tch)
n*ggas wanna try me, but I promise they ain't that hard (That hard)
If he go against me, then I threw him like the last boy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Say he got more money in his pocket, then he cappin' (Cappin')
b*tch, I keep them bands like New Orleans at the classic
Your b*tch bumpin' Megan, now she think that she a stallion (b*tch)
She gon' suck the meat up off my balls, she Italian
I just throw some sauce up in my closet like a cabinet
b*tch, I run the streets, TBG, you better
[Chorus]
n*gga, tap in, b*tch, I get this sh*t up out the mud like a bad kid
And I spend this money like I want to like I had it
And I keep a big pack on me like a bad b*tch
Pistol on my waist, sorry, baby
n*gga, tap in, b*tch, I get this sh*t up out the mud like a bad kid
And I spend this money like I want to like I had it
And I keep a big pack on me like a bad b*tch
Pistol on my waist, sorry, baby, that's a habit

[Verse 2]
Geeked on the meds, f*ck a b*tch I'ma leave her on read (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I been stuck like a bike with no pegs (Yeah)
Ain't worried 'bout sh*t, I got lead (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Different n*gga when I'm off of that red (Woo)
Top shotta, my shooter, no dreads
How the f*ck you gon' stunt with no legs?
If I say it, I mean, I ain't takin' back sh*t, b*tch, you heard what I said
Yeah, been about action, chop a n*gga block like a cabin
Money keep stackin', I'm just finna do my taxes
Can't fall in love with no ratchet
We bust in the traffic, hit 'em with a blitz like Madden (Facts)
n*gga, we ain't duckin' no static (Facts)
If I want it, I'ma get it, I'ma grab it
Money make a b*tch real nasty, n*gga better
[Chorus]
n*gga, tap in, b*tch, I get this sh*t up out the mud like a bad kid
And I spend this money like I want to like I had it
And I keep a big pack on me like a bad b*tch
Pistol on my waist, sorry, baby
n*gga, tap in, b*tch, I get this sh*t up out the mud like a bad kid
And I spend this money like I want to like I had it
And I keep a big pack on me like a bad b*tch
Pistol on my waist, sorry, baby, that's a habit