Tap in
I got drugs you need
Tell me what you need yea
Serving all these fiends
Married to the streets yea
I got Ad's my G and I got the beans yea
Got strips and ketamine but i'll keep that drank yea
Tap in
Tap in
Tell these niggas tap in
Tap in
Tap in
Tell these niggas tap in
I got what you need
Tell me what you need yea
I'm too high my baby
Tell me what you mean yea
We been in our head all up in our feels yea
Now i'm your bed crushing all these pills yea
I don't want your love no more
My mind gone on that 20 dollar dose
Tap in
Tap in
Tell these niggas tap in
Tap in
Tap in
Tell these niggas tap in
I don't want your love no more
20 dollar doses let your friends know
Yea she like geeking
Yea she like geeking
And she say she love her life but on the weekend
Broke bitch come on level up
If it aint about the money dead as fuck
Even when I sleep
I think bout stacking up
Broke bitch wait thats enough
Busy plotting up on my next move
I been creeping
Money in the matress I don't spend it like I been sleeping
Had a good week LSD yea got me peeking
And I love life cause my life is really like the weekend
(Oh I love my life)
My life is really like the weekend
And I watch for the snakes even in the deep end
I catch a op
Let my dog leave em leaking
But he let me do the work
Yea cause I'm geeking
Red dot got em
Leave em right up in the deep end
Ha, wait
I know your boyfriend he hate me yea your bitch wanna come date me
Nah for real tho
She with you cause fuck relations
My mind stay racing
Busy all in them payments
Money motivated
Money motivated
Tap in lil bitch
1400 for my fucking coat
Shawty said she know me but I don't
Niggas talking on us we got that pole
Chrome hearts on my chain it's so ice cold
Aye
You don't know me yeah so don't say you know me
I don't need new friends nigga I'm already lonely
Roll a fat wood and we gone get to toking
Vintage Raf Simons yea we ain't from the 03
I been on my own shit, I'm gone stay on my lone shit
Eyez gone pour the juice we gone sip on that potion
Vivienne Westwood on my wrist crystals like oceans
Nigga you don't know me so please don't say you know me
Wake up
Go about my day
I aint kick it with no fuck boy fuck bout what you say
Homie I'm bout mine
Brodie don't doubt mine
Told her I'm gone shine
Tell em we gone shine
Carl rolled some sticky
We some new age fuckin hippies
Told my brodie life get risky
Let's just run this shit like Nipsey uh
Homie I'm bout mine
Brodie don't don't mine
Told her I'm gone shine
Tell em we gone shine
Tell em oh
We gone go
Said I want them racks fasho
Now plus forever plus some more
Get them tabs up in my drawer
Hit Cez up for that score
Said he got it for the low, damn
For the low yea
Got it locked fasho, damn
(Skrt)
(Yea, yea yea)
Tap on in
Holla at me for whatever you need
Get to the money lil baby, lil baby
Fuck it I just want some peace
My thoughts heavy, this blunt heavy
I put in way too much weed
I live an acid dream
This shit like a masterpiece
I feel like Master P
No limit aint no one stopping me
I got big backwoods, even bigger dreams
Fe fi fo fum I smell burning trees
Young Picasso, Murakami, with a Mona Lise (Yah)
They like how I do they like the melodies
Pull up skrt put in the work I got the remedy
PCHT, Neighborhood Ghost you know that we always tapped in
PCHT, Neighborhood Ghost you know that we always tapped in
(Tell me what you mean yea)
Serving all these fiends
Married to the streets yea
I got Ad's my G and I got the beans yea
Got strips and ketamine but i'll keep that drank yea
Tap in
Tap in
Tell these niggas tap in
Tap in
Tap in
Tell these niggas tap in
I got what you need
Tell me what you need yea
I'm too high my baby
Tell me what you mean yea
I got drugs you need
Tell me what you need yea
Serving all these fiends
Married to the streets yea
I got Ad's my G and I got the beans yea
Got strips and ketamine but i'll keep that drank yea
Tap in
Tap in
Tell these niggas tap in
Tap in
Tap in
(Woah)
Tell these niggas tap in
(Tap in)
(Tap in)
Tell me what you need yea
Serving all these fiends
Married to the streets yea
I got Ad's my G and I got the beans yea
Got strips and ketamine but i'll keep that drank yea
Tap in
Tap in
Tell these niggas tap in
Tap in
Tap in
Tell these niggas tap in
I got what you need
Tell me what you need yea
I'm too high my baby
Tell me what you mean yea
We been in our head all up in our feels yea
Now i'm your bed crushing all these pills yea
I don't want your love no more
My mind gone on that 20 dollar dose
Tap in
Tap in
Tell these niggas tap in
Tap in
Tap in
Tell these niggas tap in
I don't want your love no more
20 dollar doses let your friends know
Yea she like geeking
Yea she like geeking
And she say she love her life but on the weekend
Broke bitch come on level up
If it aint about the money dead as fuck
Even when I sleep
I think bout stacking up
Broke bitch wait thats enough
Busy plotting up on my next move
I been creeping
Money in the matress I don't spend it like I been sleeping
Had a good week LSD yea got me peeking
And I love life cause my life is really like the weekend
(Oh I love my life)
My life is really like the weekend
And I watch for the snakes even in the deep end
I catch a op
Let my dog leave em leaking
But he let me do the work
Yea cause I'm geeking
Red dot got em
Leave em right up in the deep end
Ha, wait
I know your boyfriend he hate me yea your bitch wanna come date me
Nah for real tho
She with you cause fuck relations
My mind stay racing
Busy all in them payments
Money motivated
Money motivated
Tap in lil bitch
1400 for my fucking coat
Shawty said she know me but I don't
Niggas talking on us we got that pole
Chrome hearts on my chain it's so ice cold
Aye
You don't know me yeah so don't say you know me
I don't need new friends nigga I'm already lonely
Roll a fat wood and we gone get to toking
Vintage Raf Simons yea we ain't from the 03
I been on my own shit, I'm gone stay on my lone shit
Eyez gone pour the juice we gone sip on that potion
Vivienne Westwood on my wrist crystals like oceans
Nigga you don't know me so please don't say you know me
Wake up
Go about my day
I aint kick it with no fuck boy fuck bout what you say
Homie I'm bout mine
Brodie don't doubt mine
Told her I'm gone shine
Tell em we gone shine
Carl rolled some sticky
We some new age fuckin hippies
Told my brodie life get risky
Let's just run this shit like Nipsey uh
Homie I'm bout mine
Brodie don't don't mine
Told her I'm gone shine
Tell em we gone shine
Tell em oh
We gone go
Said I want them racks fasho
Now plus forever plus some more
Get them tabs up in my drawer
Hit Cez up for that score
Said he got it for the low, damn
For the low yea
Got it locked fasho, damn
(Skrt)
(Yea, yea yea)
Tap on in
Holla at me for whatever you need
Get to the money lil baby, lil baby
Fuck it I just want some peace
My thoughts heavy, this blunt heavy
I put in way too much weed
I live an acid dream
This shit like a masterpiece
I feel like Master P
No limit aint no one stopping me
I got big backwoods, even bigger dreams
Fe fi fo fum I smell burning trees
Young Picasso, Murakami, with a Mona Lise (Yah)
They like how I do they like the melodies
Pull up skrt put in the work I got the remedy
PCHT, Neighborhood Ghost you know that we always tapped in
PCHT, Neighborhood Ghost you know that we always tapped in
(Tell me what you mean yea)
Serving all these fiends
Married to the streets yea
I got Ad's my G and I got the beans yea
Got strips and ketamine but i'll keep that drank yea
Tap in
Tap in
Tell these niggas tap in
Tap in
Tap in
Tell these niggas tap in
I got what you need
Tell me what you need yea
I'm too high my baby
Tell me what you mean yea
I got drugs you need
Tell me what you need yea
Serving all these fiends
Married to the streets yea
I got Ad's my G and I got the beans yea
Got strips and ketamine but i'll keep that drank yea
Tap in
Tap in
Tell these niggas tap in
Tap in
Tap in
(Woah)
Tell these niggas tap in
(Tap in)
(Tap in)
Credits
Writer(s): Cesar Moreno
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