Tap Out Lyrics

Hey J we ain't gon play with them this time

We gon get right on top of it

Shorty G

Twenty-Two

Up there stuck

Yeah

Oooh

I ain't gon let you run me boy

Bloody Curv I'm too G

Aint no tapping out in me Danny White UFC

Oooh Ima get it in and get out the way

Shorty slushy trying to ride the wave

Ima beat it up in da back of da range

Windows tinted got her running in place

Always gon be hundo that's on chief

Always gon be G

Always gon be me

Fuck you hatas you can drown in the sea

Please don't get me excited

It's like a riot when them Hollos united

Smart ducking indictments

Fuckers rodents should've been thrown in da fire

Buddy want a whole army in her mouth

I bet to drill like a soldier

Donkey nuts on this tommy I route

I bust dem shots and it's over

Pulling out leave the kids on the couch

Leaving no trail or exposure

Catch me in traffic you stick to da code

My little side bitch a soldier

I been burnt nothin else more you can do to me

So farmed out on these clowns with the foolery

If it aint bout the bag or some jewelry

Get the fuck out my face with buffoolery

On Mileena I gave it my best

That's what they gon say at my Eulogy

But I still got bout eighty years left

Until then I know Granny Hoovers me

Sick of da same mumbles should have stayed humbled

Balling out of your league

Niggas be cold Gumbo

They gon fumble like Jimmy got caught in that sleeve

Niggas be cold suckas

Can't trust em crapping

Watch How you rollem

Lollipops fizzed out

Pilled out acting like he don't owe yah

Ooh I'm in the shop with the crop

Ray Bands you can see through the drop

Drip for a King you can swim in the cost

VVS dancing machine on da watch

I got a text lil shorty gon pop

Mami be shootin like Kobe

Not the same time that package gon drop

You get the late text and blow me

Young niggas getting real rich

Feds intervene real quick

Thank God didn't get da blics

Jimmy rated on me that nigga a snitch

Swallowed up bout eleven of em

Then posted up like Karl Malone

Smiley faced is in my zone

Didn't write a nigga when I was gone

Garden Snakes and pale faces

Whole time trying to take me down

Why you want what I built

Can't be me you just a clown

Most niggas can't be trusted

Be careful who you build with

Get close to ya tell all your business

And pillow talk and tell your bitch

Ooh

I talk that shit they wanna hear

I slow that shit down for ya sometimes

J we on they ass again

We. AE the movement

I say We. AE

We. AE the movement