CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Tap In
Hit em with the Jab
Buddah blessed this beat
Come to my city, you tap in, no, don't get your backend
Most of these n***as be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in
Come to my city, you tap in, no, don't get your backend
Most of these n***as be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in
We got lions, we got tigers, we got choppers at the door
Pull a TK in that cash, we hit him three times in a row
I don't know about yours, but my n***as, they on go
And we higher than a b*t*h for anybody who want smoke
Yes, I took that n***a b*t*h, I gave her back, she was broke
Rockin' all of this designer, it don't come out in the storе
If I tell it how it is I could never gеt exposed
f**k that Internet beef, I rather hit you on the phone
I don't feel like gettin' dressed, I prolly come out in the Rover
Had to cut a b*t*h off, she was playin' with her nose
That's your b*t*h, but she was playin' with the bros
n***a, no snitch, we be talkin' in that code, like
You snitched, why them people at your door, like?
n***a, you folded, you told it
Yeah, and everybody knows it
Yeah, I said, "Everybody knows it" (Yeah)
All of my b*t*hes the baddest, we don't do fake asses
Some of my n***as be trappin', some of my n***as be scammin'
Long as they gettin' that salad, long as that gettin' that cabbage
You b*t*hes is, woo
Buddah blessed this beat
Come to my city, you tap in, no, don't get your backend
Most of these n***as be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in
Come to my city, you tap in, no, don't get your backend
Most of these n***as be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in
We got lions, we got tigers, we got choppers at the door
Pull a TK in that cash, we hit him three times in a row
I don't know about yours, but my n***as, they on go
And we higher than a b*t*h for anybody who want smoke
Yes, I took that n***a b*t*h, I gave her back, she was broke
Rockin' all of this designer, it don't come out in the storе
If I tell it how it is I could never gеt exposed
f**k that Internet beef, I rather hit you on the phone
I don't feel like gettin' dressed, I prolly come out in the Rover
Had to cut a b*t*h off, she was playin' with her nose
That's your b*t*h, but she was playin' with the bros
n***a, no snitch, we be talkin' in that code, like
You snitched, why them people at your door, like?
n***a, you folded, you told it
Yeah, and everybody knows it
Yeah, I said, "Everybody knows it" (Yeah)
All of my b*t*hes the baddest, we don't do fake asses
Some of my n***as be trappin', some of my n***as be scammin'
Long as they gettin' that salad, long as that gettin' that cabbage
You b*t*hes is, woo
