Tap (feat. Meek Mill)

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 (I'm in London, got my beat from London)
 Yeah, yeah
 In the trap, hang in places that you can't go
 Glock .40, he got smokey, yeah, the draco
 Thousand nights on that corner eating egg-rolls
 Bad bitch Puerto Rican, look like J. Lo, woah
 They tried to extort me, I ain't pay though
 Only thing I gave 'em was a halo
 A-hole, Uber on the way, ho
 Fuck her from the back
 Put my thumb all in her A-hole
 I got bands for real, diamonds on me
 They dance for real
 All these sticks and drums, bangin'
 Like we in a band for real
 I got cake, I stay humble
 Know I'm the man for real
 I got hitters, we don't rumble
 Tell your mans to chill
 Yo, who's mans is this? (Somebody come get this nigga)
 All up in my section Instagraming shit
 I be with some real hitters
 They ain't with that camera shit
 'Cause they really out here in the field
 And they be slammin' shit
 Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap
 Giving head taps, lead tats, tats, tats
 They said that they were with it but it's cap, cap, cap
 Aim it at your fitted, push it back, back, back
 Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack
 One phone call get you whacked, whacked, whacked
 Try to slap me, we gon' let it slap, slap, slap
 Cross a line, it's too late, you can't take it back, back, back (Yeah)
 They got my brother locked inside a cage (In a cage)
 Take them shackles off his feet, he ain't a slave (Slave)
 Growin' up in the hood, you'll learn how to behave ('Have)
 How we gon' learn to stack if, we ain't got nothing to save? (Save)
 Got a little bad bitch got some work done on her butt (On her butt)
 Gotta catch another flight as soon as I catch my nut (If I nut)
 Just being honest, Meek was the first to show me love (Show me love)
 And the first time that I seen a Maybach was with cuz (Cuz)
 Gettin' these bags, we might as well tell our opps what's up (What's up)
 Got weddin' bands but I still don't got a bitch to cuff
 In every city I go they already know what's up (What's up)
 I got resources, I could get straight to the plug
 Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap
 Giving head taps, lead tats, tats, tats
 They said that they were with it but it's cap, cap, cap
 Aim it at your fitted, push it back, back, back
 Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack
 One phone call get you whacked, whacked, whacked
 Try to slap me, we gon' let it slap, slap, slap
 Cross a line, it's too late, you can't take it back, back, back (Yeah)
 

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Duration
02:28
Key
2
Tempo
85 BPM

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