Tap Out (feat. Jeremih)

Redemption like we been lit

Face down, ass up, vicious (Whoa!)

Backdrops, smokin' on the bombest weed

Backshots finna go down when we leave

And I got squad in the back, oh, yeah-yeah

And a foreign car in the back, oh, yeah-yeah

Lookin' like stars in the back, oh, yeah-yeah

Can't tell me that I'm wrong, wrong

Can't tell me I ain't on, on

Bottle straight to the head

And I'm going 'til I tap out

Tap out, tap out, tap out, oh

She wanna play 'til the morning

And I'ma give it to her like she want it

Tap out, until she tap out

Until she tap out, oh

She wanna play 'til the morning

And I'ma give it to her like she want it

Only when I slide to the back, closed eyes in the back

'Cause I'm high in the back

Got a text, where you at, ay

Only big flex, where I'm at, ay

Bouncing on the highway

Head on the highway, I only do it my way

I ain't gon' play with it, I'ma work it out

Stand up while I lay in a couple hunnid thou'

Dead man's in the safe with it, know what I'm about

Sip some, blow an eighth with ya, bring it to the house

Fuck you in the car in the back, oh, yeah-yeah

Fuck you so good, call back, oh, yeah-yeah

For real though, how many fucks I give? Zero

Eastside Jonny now, mama maxed out

And I put that on mom and them

Let me take you out

Backdrops, smokin' on the bombest weed

Backshots finna go down when we leave

And I got squad in the back, oh, yeah-yeah

And a foreign car in the back, oh, yeah-yeah

Lookin' like stars in the back, oh, yeah-yeah

Can't tell me that I'm wrong, wrong

Can't tell me I ain't on, on

Bottle straight to the head

And I'm going 'til tap out

Tap out, tap out, tap out, oh

She wanna play 'til the morning

And I'ma give it to her like she want it

Tap out, until she tap out

Until she tap out, oh

She wanna play 'til the morning

And I'ma give it to her like she want it

Slide on the 'Gram, lookin' for a new biatch

Don't fall through, back up 'cause I'ma be aight

Put it in my face, I'ma lurk though

Ass like Bernice Burgos

Capricorn, Libra, Virgo

Slidin' down your tongue like Berlo

Zodiac, girl, what's your zodiac?

That's your boyfriend? Well, I know he mad

How you feel? I might be too raw for you, too real

I know you homegirl wanna pop pills

Ducked off in them Hollywood hills

I be on bullshit, we be on bullshit

Pull up on me one time, know you ain't doin' shit

I be on the front line, what's happenin'?

Ballin' when it's crunch time, I ain't lackin'

Backdrops, smokin' on the bombest weed

Backshots finna go down when we leave

And I got squad in the back, oh, yeah-yeah

And a foreign car in the back, oh, yeah-yeah

Lookin' like stars in the back, oh, yeah-yeah

Can't tell me that I'm wrong, wrong

Can't tell me I ain't on, on

Bottle straight to the head

And I'm going 'til I tap out

Tap out, tap out, tap out, oh

She wanna play 'til the morning

And I'ma give it to her like she want it

Tap out, until she tap out

Until she tap out, oh

She wanna play 'til the morning

And I'ma give it to her like she want it