Tap lyrics

These b*tches so thirsty, it’s a drought
Sippin' sippin', sippin', sippin', sippin', sippin', sippin'
Lickin', lickin', lickin', lickin'
These b*tches so thirsty, it’s a drought
Ooh

Three or four b*tches in my van, son
I got hella bling in my septum
This pus*y tastes just like venom
Versace, Versace with the denim

Ya’ll look mad, ya’ll look sick
Blowin’ that bubblegum, pop, pop, pop
Middle, pop off me
I'ma take ya boy, I'ma take ya boy
Watch out for me
Scribble my hood name on the seat with a sharpie
Scribble my hood name on the seat with a sharpie
My n*ggas killers, my b*tches killers, know where the Glocks be
Turning up at the DJ table with the DJ
Middle finger in the sky for any motherf*cker that hate me

These b*tches so thirsty, it’s a drought
Sippin', sippin', sippin', sippin', sippin', sippin', sippin'
Lickin', lickin', lickin', lickin'
These b*tches so thirsty, it’s a drought
Ooh
Three or four b*tches in my van, son
I got hella bling in my septum
This pus*y tastes just like venom
Versace, Versace with the denim
Three or four b*tches in my van, son
I got hella bling in my septum
This pus*y tastes just like venom
Versace, Versace with the denim

Lickin’ on a grape, lickin’ on a grape, lickin’ on a grape
All Gucci, all Bape
All Gucci, all Bape (yeah)
Lickin’ on a grape, lickin’ on a grape, lickin’ on a grape
All gucci, all Bape
All gucci, all Bape
Krrrr, oh, c'mon, ya, ya
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap
Pull up to the club
All of the chicks twerk to the high hat, ya
Ba-dada-ba-dada-ba-dada-ba-dada-ba-dada ba-boom, yuh
I am the ba-d-dest b*tch in this b*tch
Flick, flick, zoom
I am the ba-d-dest b*tch in this b*tch
Flick, flick, zoom
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap
Pull up to the club
All of the chicks twerk to the high hat, ya
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap
Copped me a kate moss, copped me a kate moss
Three or four b*tches in my van, son
I got hella bling in my septum
This pus*y tastes just like venom
Versace, Versace with the denim
Three or four b*tches in my van, son
I got hella bling in my septum
This pus*y tastes just like venom
Versace, Versace with the denim