Tap In lyrics

[Intro]
Hit em with the Jab
Buddah blessed this beat

[Chorus: DeJ Loaf]
Come to my city, you tap in, no, don't get your backend
Most of these n*ggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in
Come to my city, you tap in, no, don't get your backend
Most of these n*ggas 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 n*ggas, they on go
And we higher than a b*tch for anybody who want smoke

[Verse 1: DeJ Loaf]
Yes, I took that n*gga b*tch, I gave her back, she was broke
Rockin' all of this designer, it don't come out in the storе
If I tell it how it is I could never gеt exposed
f*ck that Internet beef, I rather hit you on the phone
I don't feel like gettin' dressed, I prolly come out in the Rover
Had to cut a b*tch off, she was playin' with her nose
That's your b*tch, but she was playin' with the bros
n*gga, no snitch, we be talkin' in that code, like
You snitched, why them people at your door, like?
n*gga, you folded, you told it
Yeah, and everybody knows it
Yeah, I said, "Everybody knows it" (Yeah)
All of my b*tches the baddest, we don't do fake asses
Some of my n*ggas be trappin', some of my n*ggas be scammin'
Long as they gettin' that salad, long as that gettin' that cabbage
You b*tches is, woo
[Chorus: DeJ Loaf, DeJ Loaf & 42 Dugg]
Come to my city, you tap in, no, don't get your backend
Most of these n*ggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in
Come to my city, you tap in, no, don't get your backend
Most of these n*ggas 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 n*ggas, they on go
And we higher than a b*tch for anybody who want smoke

[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
Yeah, Ric' doin' sixty, I'm gettin' fifty, I want forty
Can trust these b*tches, might be there when that sh*t 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 n*ggas get active, you try to run up, they escort ya
My b*tches passin' their courses, I'm thuggin', f*ckin', endorsin'
My cousin called it extortion, I barely try n*ggas, force 'em
I'm lit, I'm lit, I'm lit, got DeJ back on her sh*t
Won't squash beef with no lame until I f*ck his b*tch
They still chasin' that clout, I'm still servin' my route
I just ordered a thousand, thumb that sh*t under my couch
Still got bricks all in my house once I move on, I'm out
Put my di*k 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, n*ggas know that bag, yeah
[Chorus: DeJ Loaf, Sada Baby & DeJ Loaf & Sada Baby]
Come to my city, you tap in, no, don't get your backend
Most of these n*ggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in
Come to my city, you tap in, no, don't get your backend
Most of these n*ggas 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 n*ggas, they on go (Hey, they TCG, ayy)
And we higher than a b*tch for anybody who want smoke (Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy, now look)

[Verse 3: Sada Baby]
We some apes who move, dawg, I keep Draco for my breth'
pus*y n*gga hit my line, why is you in my DM?
Instagram gon' be the death of Internet n*ggas and friends
f*cked your b*tch 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?
b*tches 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)
Suppressor, I don't know how that b*tch soundin'
Your b*tch got you out here poutin', made you leave her in a lost and found
East side n*gga, big, almighty, pop a Perc', make her pull a all-nighter
Make a n*gga jit with this rifle, let me see your book work
I tried to tell ya we had poles, glad I ain't know ya'
pus*y n*gga gettin' exposed, thought I ain't know ya' (Hm, hm, hm-hm-hm-hm)
(Hm-hm-hm-hm) But now it's over, you n*ggas is, ugh
[Chorus: DeJ Loaf]
Come to my city, you tap in, no, don't get your backend
Most of these n*ggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in
Come to my city, you tap in, no, don't get your backend
Most of these n*ggas 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 n*ggas, they on go
And we higher than a b*tch for anybody who want smoke