Tap Out (feat. Jeremih)

Redemption life, we been lit Face down, ass up, vicious (whoa) Backdrops, smoking 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 Looking 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 (ooh), tap out (ooh) Tap out (ooh), tap out, oh She wanna play 'til the morning (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 (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, ayy Only big flex where I'm at, ayy Bouncin' 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 it, couple hundred thou' Dead mans in the safe with it, know what I'm about Sip some, blow an 8th with you, bring it to the house Fuck you in a 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 Johnny now, mama maxed out And I put that on mom and them, let me tap you out (oh, oh) Backdrops, smoking 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 Looking 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 (ooh), tap out (ooh) Tap out (ooh), tap out, oh She wanna play 'til the morning (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 (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 Merlot 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 your 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' (oh, oh) Backdrops, smoking 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 Looking 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 (ooh), tap out (ooh) Tap out (ooh), tap out, oh She wanna play 'til the morning (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 (morning) And I'ma give it to her like she want it