Tap In lyrics

[Intro]
(Thank you Fizzle)

[Chorus]
When I touchdown you better tap in (Yeah)
Look, I been stacking up them backends (Stacking 'em up), yeah
I wanna cut, girl, f*ck a lap dance (I don't need no lap dance, n*gga, I wanna f*ck some')
We in the field, I ain’t got rap friends (For real)
I’m only here to speak the facts, yeah

[Verse 1]
Got it out the mud, ask my neighbors, he’ll tell you (Yeah)
You gon' be a star, teachers thought I was a failure (What?)
Valet park the foreign, how I’m living got 'em jealous (They mad)
I can’t trust these n*ggas, bring it to me, let me scalе it (Yup)
How is n*ggas broke? n*gga find you something, sell it (Somеthing)
I wanna drive 'em in, but the safest route is mail it (Safe)
Stand right in yo' mama kitchen, cookin' like I’m Melvin (Look)
This sh*t 'bout guns and butter, lil' n*gga didn’t I tell you?
We ain’t doing petty deals, you got me f*cked up (f*cked up)
The right work, the right time'll have you turnt up (Will have you turnt)
Boy I’m from the Dirty Glove, they don’t give a f*ck (Mm-mm)
Dice in the locker room had me missing lunch (Shh)
I’m with gang still
Good dope and pain pills
Independent, I done gave deals
I'ma remain real (Facts)
She gon' tat my name on her face, I got her drank sealed (Ooh)
I'ma spread this cake in yo' face, I know how Ike feel
Chain got a light bill
K with the knife still
James Harden step back and shoot him with the left hand
Every time they see me I’m with Red like Meth' Man
If she ain’t f*cking first night, on sight, get her best friend (Come on)
[Chorus]
(Thank you Fizzle)
When I touchdown you better tap in
Look I been stacking up them backends, yeah
I wanna cut, girl, f*ck a lap dance (Nah)
We in the field, I ain’t got rap friends (For real)
I’m only here to speak the facts, yeah

[Verse 2]
It was Barneys, Saks, Neiman's in a row
Hit Miami, put yo' boo in a Ghost
Who is him?
You ain’t heard of Face? Fool he the GOAT
She wanna f*ck me face to face, so I can hold her by the throat
Carti' shades to block the sun, whites whiter then the Pope
I can’t f*ck with gnats no more 'cause them b*tches do the most
She got drunk and bought her friend, now I’m cheatin' on 'em both
They woke up and cooked me breakfast, once I ate I told 'em go
All these drugs got me noited, If he move brodie blow
Totin' sticks like cowboys, welcome to the Rodeo
Peep the 10's OVO’s
I got twenty on me though (Uh)