Tap In
Babyface Ray
GENRE
(Chorus)
When I touchdown you better Tap In
Look I been stacking up them backends (stacking em up)
I wanna cut girl fuck a lap dance
(I dont need no lap dance)
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 neighbor he’ll tell you
You gon be a star teachers thought I was a failure
Valet park the foreign how I’m living got them jealous (big mad)
I can’t trust these niggas bring it to em let me scale it (yup)
How is niggas broke? nigga find you something sell it
I was gon drop еm in but the safest route is mail it
Stand right in yo mamas kitchеn cook it like I’m Melvin (look)
This shit bout guns and butter lil nigga didn’t I tell you?
We ain’t doing petty deals you got me fucked up
The right work the right time will have you turnt up
Boy I’m from the dirty glove they don’t give a fuck
Dice in the locker room had me missing lunch
I’m with gang still
Good dope and pain pills
Independent I ain’t gain deals
Ima remain real
She gon tat my name on her face I got her drank sealed ima 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
She ain’t fucking first night on sight get her best friend (cmon)
(Chorus)
When I touchdown you better Tap In
Look I been stacking up them backends (yeah)
I wanna cut girl fuck 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 Barney’s, Saks, Neimans 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 fuck 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 fuck with Gnats no more cus them bitches do the most
She got drunk and bought her friend now I’m cheatin on em both
They woke up and made me breakfast
Once I ate I told em go
All these drugs got me noted
If he move brodie blow
Tote them sticks like cowboys
Welcome to the Rodeo
Peep the 10s OVO’s
I got 20 on me though
When I touchdown you better Tap In
Look I been stacking up them backends (stacking em up)
I wanna cut girl fuck a lap dance
(I dont need no lap dance)
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 neighbor he’ll tell you
You gon be a star teachers thought I was a failure
Valet park the foreign how I’m living got them jealous (big mad)
I can’t trust these niggas bring it to em let me scale it (yup)
How is niggas broke? nigga find you something sell it
I was gon drop еm in but the safest route is mail it
Stand right in yo mamas kitchеn cook it like I’m Melvin (look)
This shit bout guns and butter lil nigga didn’t I tell you?
We ain’t doing petty deals you got me fucked up
The right work the right time will have you turnt up
Boy I’m from the dirty glove they don’t give a fuck
Dice in the locker room had me missing lunch
I’m with gang still
Good dope and pain pills
Independent I ain’t gain deals
Ima remain real
She gon tat my name on her face I got her drank sealed ima 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
She ain’t fucking first night on sight get her best friend (cmon)
(Chorus)
When I touchdown you better Tap In
Look I been stacking up them backends (yeah)
I wanna cut girl fuck 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 Barney’s, Saks, Neimans 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 fuck 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 fuck with Gnats no more cus them bitches do the most
She got drunk and bought her friend now I’m cheatin on em both
They woke up and made me breakfast
Once I ate I told em go
All these drugs got me noted
If he move brodie blow
Tote them sticks like cowboys
Welcome to the Rodeo
Peep the 10s OVO’s
I got 20 on me though
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