Tap In - DeJ Loaf, 42 Dugg, Sada Baby

Hit em with the Jab

Buddah bless this beat

Come to my city you tap in, no, don’t get your back end

Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in

Come to my city you tap in, no, don’t get your back end

Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in

We got lions, we got tigers, we got choppers at the door

Pull a TK in that cash, we hit him three times in a row

I don’t know about yours, but my niggas, they on go

And we higher than a bitch for anybody who want smoke

Yes, I took that nigga bitch, I gave her back, she was broke

Wrapped in all of this designer, it don’t come out in the store

If I tell it how it is I could never get exposed

Fuck that Internet beef, I rather hit you on the phone

I don’t feel like getting dressed, I prolly come out in the Rover

Had to cut a bitch off, she was playin' with her nose

That’s your bitch, but she was playin' with the bros

Nigga, no snitch, we be talkin' in that code, like

You snitched, why them people at your door, like?

Nigga, you folded, you told it

Yeah, and everybody knows it

Yeah, I said, «Everybody knows it"(Yeah)

All of my bitches the baddest, we don’t do fake asses

Some of my niggas be trappin', some of my niggas be scammin'

Long as they gettin' that salad, long as that gettin' that cabbage

You niggas is, woo

Come to my city you tap in, no, don’t get your back end

Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in

Come to my city you tap in, no, don’t get your back end

Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in

We got lions, we got tigers, we got choppers at the door

Pull a TK in that cash, we hit him three times in a row

I don’t know about yours, but my niggas, they on go

And we higher than a bitch for anybody who want smoke

Yeah, Ric' doin' sixty, I’m gettin' fifty, I want forty

Can trust these bitches, might be there when that shit important

Yeah, I know they be hatin', I have no, I keep it on me

Yeah, I say I’ma pay her, really gon' play her, end of story

I done drove 'em and crashed 'em, I’m talkin' Benzes, talkin' Porsches

All my niggas get active, you try to run up, they escort

My bitches passin' their courses, I’m thuggin', fuckin', endorsin'

My cousin called it extortion, I barely try niggas, force 'em

I’m lit, I’m lit, I’m lit, got DeJ back on her shit

Won’t squash beef with no lame until I fuck his bitch

They still chasin' that clout, I’m still servin' my route

I just quarter a thousand on that shit under my couch

Still got bricks all in my house once I move and I’m out

Put my dick in her mouth, I don’t love 'em or cuff 'em

.41s on me, both bussin'

When I come in your spot I back end, niggas know that bag, yeah

Come to my city you tap in, no, don’t get your back end

Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in

Come to my city you tap in, no, don’t get your back end

Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in

We got lions, we got tigers, we got choppers at the door (Ayy)

Pull a TK in that cash, we hit him three times in a row

I don’t know about yours, but my niggas, they on go (Hey, they TCG, ayy)

And we higher than a bitch for anybody who want smoke (Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy,

now look)

We some apes who move, dawg, I keep Draco for my breth'

Pussy nigga hit my line, why is you in my DM?

Instagram gon' be the death of Internet niggas and friends

Fucked your bitch and gave her back, she had a Love Jones for my mans

I’ma tell the truth, remember when the rope was wrapped around me?

Bitches love me 'cause I lie with 'em but don’t cap around 'em

Hit your hood in my new foreign, I might do some laps around ya

Ain’t gotta up this MAC while I’m on Mac with DeJ, attract them commons

Okay, woo, woo, there it is (Oh, yeah), suppressed, don’t know how that bitch

sound

Your bitch got you out here poutin', made you leave her in a lost and found

East side nigga, big, almighty, pop a Perc', make her pull a all-nighter

Make a nigga jit with this rifle, make me see your book work

Pussy nigga gettin' exposed, thought I ain’t know you (Hm, hm, hm-hm-hm-hm)

(Hm-hm-hm-hm) But now it’s over, you niggas is, ugh

Come to my city you tap in, no, don’t get your back end

Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in

Come to my city you tap in, no, don’t get your back end

Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in

We got lions, we got tigers, we got choppers at the door

Pull a TK in that cash, we hit him three times in a row

I don’t know about yours, but my niggas, they on go

And we higher than a bitch for anybody who want smoke