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Head Tapped
3
Hip-Hop/Rap
Head Tapped was released on May 13, 2026 by Badazzmusicsyndicate as a part of the album RiskTaker 3
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Release DateMay 13, 2026
LabelBadazzmusicsyndicate
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM102

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SBE Mikie
SBE Mikie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Upton
Michael Upton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Upton
Michael Upton
Producer

Lyrics

(Enrgy made this one)
Finna get a **** head-tapped (On the gang)
Throw his body in the water, wrap him in saran wrap (Ooh, Sav killed it)
On the Greyhound with a hundred-some grams, ain't finna mail that (Ain't finna mail it)
In a striker when we slide on the opps, we comin' Hellcat (Skrrt, skrrt)
Twenty thousand, I just spent that in Chrome Heart (Chrome Heart)
Had to cut into my ho,she catch me cheatin', ain't got no heart (Ain't got no heart)
Glock 9'll hit a **** engine, put your shit in park (Baow, baow)
I just drunk a whole pint of Hi-Tech, it got my piss dark (Got my piss dark)
I can't rock no cheap shit, I went to Johnny
In the hood with a hundred-some racks, they tryna find me (Tryna find me)
Four pockets, they got money, you think Baby tryna sign me (Tryna sign me)
Lil' bro still'll rob you out your shit, it get grimy (It get grimy)
Alright, I'm on Bryant still punchin' shit (On the gang)
Put my money in the ground and let it rot, duckin' the government (On God)
With my main ho Tuesday, Sunday night, I'm with my other bitch (With my other bitch)
Ain't tryna fuck, made her hide this dope for me, you gotta smuggle it
Where the fuck your pape' at? How you strugglin'?
I can't ride in no fuckin' Ford truck, we in the Cullinan (We in the Rolls-Royce)
Bro called me, said the pape' touched, I get to dougiein'
I just shit-bagged a **** last year, he still recoverin' (On the gang)
New kit comin', bought a building for like six somethin'
Sorry if I come around, all the sudden your bitch fuckin'
I can't bring Chops around, he might flip somethin'
Woke up and upped ten thousand, this like six somethin'
That's like two 'fits or somethin'
Man, I fuck bitches free, you might trick or somethin'
Twenty for a presi'? Man, your shit might tick or somethin'
Rap so easy, man, it's like I got rich off nothin', okay
The windshield tinted so it's kinda fuckin' hard to see
Drinkin' on Trish, that shit kinda got it hard to pee
Havin' so much motion lately kinda got me hard— ah
Havin' so much motion lately— damn
I been havin' so much motion, man, it kinda got me hard to think
My bitch like the feds, bro, it kinda got me hard to cheat
I don't really post for real, so it's hard to tweet
Huh, bitch, you better have some pape' or it's gon' be hard to link
Alright, a hundred-some thousand in the crib, it's kinda hard to sweep
My bitch ass fat with a bag, she like Cardi B
Promoters callin' for a show, I had to charge a fee
Ski mask, can hardly breathe, feel like Lil E
Glock on me, walkin' on the stage, I get to trippin'
Had to get up out the hills, I'm in that mode in the trenches
Thirty 'bows in this load, in Tennessee tryna flip it
Unc' can get a brick gone in thirty seconds, he a chemist
Written by: Michael Upton
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