Tap Tap
• Written by Juicewrlds999199919991
Pussy
Pussy pussy pussy
Woah
Bitch I staps
Pull up on my oops like
Woah
Leave an opp cold, like December
Dont cap
Bitch leave em out until September
Okay
.45 on me, it's a Kimber
AK knockin' down trees, like timber
Get your baby mama 'fore we bend her
Hit the windshield, not the fender
Givin' out smoke my agenda
Throw the white flag, they surrender
All black tux, I'm a businessman
Millionaire, still shakin' killers hand
Take the plug off and the middle man
Spray the whole block, I don't give a damn
Fuck a nigga bitch, I'm a gentleman
21, your bitch know I been the man
Playin' with the rock like I'm Jigga man
Gotta look a nigga in the eyes when you kill a man
Glock in my lap, everywhere I'm strapped
Most these rappers cap, I ain't givin' dap
Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap
Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat
Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked
Way too many steppers, I can't hold 'em back
Body full of scars, face full of tats
You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap
Say you want smoke, but the fire come with it
Money on your head, nigga, we'll come get it
New Kel-Tec put a hun-dun in it
'Partment so sweet, threw a honey bun in it
Keep it in the street, I ain't doin' no squealin'
I don't never put women in my business
Full-time rapper, I ain't doin' no drillin'
Woah, woah, I can make a M in my sleep
17 breakin' down a little
On god
18 start sellin' hard with Lil B
Hundred dollar three-five, a whip from D
Ridin' down Glenwood, tank on E
All about the money, I ain't never smoke weed
Cool young nigga, still take yo' cheese (pussy)
Not mine, this bitch for us
The gang is what I trust
Straight up
Don't argue, we don't fuss
Straight up
No talkin', he get touched
Straight up
I can't smoke my opps
On god
'Cause all my opps is dust
Pussy
He think he the battery, we call him Elon Musk (pussy)
Open your mouth when I bust
Suck me up slow, don't rush
Havin' threesomes is a must
Straight up
Hit it from the back and she cussed
On god
I put his bitch in the Benz
She used to ride on the bus
Damn
I walk around with them thigh pads
But I ain't got no yard rushed
Glock in my lap, everywhere I'm strapped
Most these rappers cap, I ain't givin' dap
Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap
Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat
Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked
Way too many steppers, I can't hold 'em back
Body full of scars, face full of tats
You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap
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Juicewrlds999199919991
Member since January 2 2025