Pop Smoke

"Tap Out"

[Intro]
(Yoz, what you tellin' me?)
Yeah
(Beat by Yamaica Productions, baby)
Ooh (Trap House vibes)
Too, too, too
Look (Grrr)

[Chorus]
Bend her over, blow her back out (Blaow)
Bend her over, pull her tracks out (Blaow)
She know the Woo make her tap out (Woo)
I really live what I rap 'bout (Woo)
I remember them days in the trap house
Yeah, it got real in the trap house
I went and did some time in the jail (Huh)
'Cause I rather take the fast route (Grrt, grrt, bah)

[Verse]
If you wanna make bands then open up TD
She like, "Papi all I got is Citi"
I'm like, "f*ck it, come give me head" (Woo)
I back her then nutted on her titty, ayy, uh
I say I'm a dog so I'm chain' her kitty (Yeah)
Light up the smoke like a dutch in the city
I keep totin' that head, we gon' catch 'em like Ricky, uh
Man down, throw the piece to my bro that say hands down (Brrt, brrt)
Poppin' sh*t on the lot, make him camp down
He was twirlin' back then, he a fan now
Woo, I keep nothin' but blues in these pants now (Woo)
Rubber bands for these racks and these bands now (Blues)
We keep sticks in these drums like a band now (Grrt, grrt, grrt)
My new b*tch exotic ('Xotic), my new b*tch exotic ('Xotic)
You ain't poppin', stop it (Nah)
Fresh as f*ck, no stylist (Stylist), uh
n*ggas stealin' styles, jacket jockin' (Jockin')
This watch don't do tick-tockin' (Nah)
n*ggas know how we rockin', woo
20K for Amriris and that's for the jeans (That's for the jeans)
The money was dirty, I got it in a wrapper and now that sh*t clean (Now that sh*t clean)
Woo, woo, now I'm on the scene (Now I'm on the scene)
I made her tap out, I know that this di*k turn that b*tch into a fiend (Brrt, brrt)
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