Tap’ Out lyrics

(This sh*t go hard)
Aye I was down on my ass I was penny pinchin
They need help send they ass through an intervention
Tryna stack up yeah that been the mission
They was blind as a bat they ain't see the vision
Now I pull up with my windows tinted
I remember they laughed when I pulled in rentals
Finna blow up ain't no accidental
Got this sh*t out the gutter like Master Splinter
Got so much money they call me Printer
And I'm blessin my folks I ain't been a sinner
When I play this hoe better start reminiscing
That them days in the trap I was selling chickеn
Better step thе f*ck back when my finger itching
Cause I'm spinning the block I ain't talkin fidget
You get beat the f*ck up ain't no Paddy Pimblett
Since I jumped out the womb I been stacking digits
Got a couple of b*tches I'm bad at picking
If that hoe pregnant I'm barely kicking
I'm just kidding but I got a couple mentions
All these haters some b*tches and all of you rappers my sons
Why the f*ck they still act like I owe them something
I done came up from nothing but dirty money
I was stuck in the trap I looking bummy
When these b*tches come up they get nothing from me
Throw me that pack I ship by the country
They keep coming back well I guess they love me
Got this big booty b*tch and I'm feeling humpy
When I do my maneuver she say she love it
Say you gon come touch me then come and touch me
Ain't no Diddy but I give his ass the knuckles
Why your b*tch tryna grip on my Louis buckle
Man this new ARP make sure I don't tussle
Y'all rapper asses like some truffle butter
Like I went in with squad get it out the muscle
I be making plays they be calling huddle
Finna throw that b*tch deep ain't no power puff
Wait which b*tch I'm finna f*ck today
He said I'm broke LOL to the bank
And you know I'm smoking on stank
That boy just a Peon he not in my rank
We done came a long way from the paint
He dissin' my name and we leaving him stained
Get the lick when you mention the gang
Ain't talkin Osama go down in the [?]
I was down on my ass I was penny pinchin
They need help send they ass through an intervention
Tryna stack up yeah that been the mission
They was blind as a bat they ain't see the vision
Now I pull up with my windows tinted
I remember they laughed when I pulled in rentals
Finna blow up ain't no accidental
Got this sh*t out the gutter like Master Splinter
Got so much money they call me Printer
And I'm blessin my folks I ain't been a sinner
When I play this hoe better start reminiscing
That them days in the trap I was selling chicken
Better step the f*ck back when my finger itching
Cause I'm spinning the block I ain't talkin fidget
You get beat the f*ck up ain't no Paddy Pimblett
Since I jumped out the womb I been stacking digits
Got a couple of b*tches I'm bad at picking