Tapout!
Tap out bitch
Yeah I'm attacking this shit
Like I'm back in it, ain't no reaction
Don't need no respect from these actors
They acting and shit, disrespecting pretending
They're friends with you until you've got nothing to lend them
They're snakes with they venom
I'm spending my time on my own
Please don't you hit up my phone
Especially while I'm in zone
Well I'm in my zone, zone, zone
I'd pay the whole damn bill
If I owe man still
But I don't got no damn debt
Yeah I'm alone, I chill
Cause these clones ain't real
And I won't have no regrets
Yeah
Calm and collected, but feeling electric
What were you expecting
To curve me in check?
I'm gonna switch up the texts
Just to hit up the next
Real risky text, look at send and I press
Thinking in pictures but talking in cursive
So don't be too hurt if you don't get the message
Yeah
So don't be too hurt if you don't get the message
Nah I ain't finished
I'm just getting started
I'm gonna stay in it until the day I can say I got it
Yeah they winning, look at the time
And just mark it
Cause when I'm done they Poof gone, off market
And then I'll run this whole dumb little office
You can't outgun the cold drums I'm dropping
The beat I made done freed my way
On my fucking knees I pray till I can see the day
Tap out bitch
Tap out bitch
Tap out bitch
Tap out bitch
Run Ricky run run Ricky run run
Hundreds upon hundreds of unsung
Songs so it's just wrong not to have fun
Make some, get some funds, not to mention
Writing this shit is exciting to me
Ride in the BM I'm vibing with T
Push to start, put it in sport
Don't get smart, get violent with me
Don't vroom vroom too soon
Pipes go boom boom (brrrr)
So much on my plate yeah
I might need two spoons
So you think ate, huh?
Haha boo-hoo
Can't see the bigger picture?
You must be too zoomed
I don't want a 9 to 5 I despise them bosses
But It would be a lie if I said I didn't like the deposits
And baby if I could profit
From all these beats I'm dropping
The ones that can't keep
Your feet from stomping
Then we'd be popping
We'd Popping Often
Gonna go have the whole game froze
Then light it with some propane
Put it in a chokehold, until it fucking blackout
If you wanna go, then you better fucking tap out
Tap out bitch
Tap out bitch
Tap out bitch
Yeah I'm attacking this shit
Like I'm back in it, ain't no reaction
Don't need no respect from these actors
They acting and shit, disrespecting pretending
They're friends with you until you've got nothing to lend them
They're snakes with they venom
I'm spending my time on my own
Please don't you hit up my phone
Especially while I'm in zone
Well I'm in my zone, zone, zone
I'd pay the whole damn bill
If I owe man still
But I don't got no damn debt
Yeah I'm alone, I chill
Cause these clones ain't real
And I won't have no regrets
Yeah
Calm and collected, but feeling electric
What were you expecting
To curve me in check?
I'm gonna switch up the texts
Just to hit up the next
Real risky text, look at send and I press
Thinking in pictures but talking in cursive
So don't be too hurt if you don't get the message
Yeah
So don't be too hurt if you don't get the message
Nah I ain't finished
I'm just getting started
I'm gonna stay in it until the day I can say I got it
Yeah they winning, look at the time
And just mark it
Cause when I'm done they Poof gone, off market
And then I'll run this whole dumb little office
You can't outgun the cold drums I'm dropping
The beat I made done freed my way
On my fucking knees I pray till I can see the day
Tap out bitch
Tap out bitch
Tap out bitch
Tap out bitch
Run Ricky run run Ricky run run
Hundreds upon hundreds of unsung
Songs so it's just wrong not to have fun
Make some, get some funds, not to mention
Writing this shit is exciting to me
Ride in the BM I'm vibing with T
Push to start, put it in sport
Don't get smart, get violent with me
Don't vroom vroom too soon
Pipes go boom boom (brrrr)
So much on my plate yeah
I might need two spoons
So you think ate, huh?
Haha boo-hoo
Can't see the bigger picture?
You must be too zoomed
I don't want a 9 to 5 I despise them bosses
But It would be a lie if I said I didn't like the deposits
And baby if I could profit
From all these beats I'm dropping
The ones that can't keep
Your feet from stomping
Then we'd be popping
We'd Popping Often
Gonna go have the whole game froze
Then light it with some propane
Put it in a chokehold, until it fucking blackout
If you wanna go, then you better fucking tap out
Tap out bitch
Tap out bitch
Tap out bitch
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Writer(s): Muhieddin Al-husseini
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