Tap Out Lyrics

Living in the hills make a broke bitch bitter

Im'ma teach you N***** how to make eight figures

Boutta get three pairs of the newest Hilfigers

And im'ma cut em off like a pair of scissors

Ice on my wrist it'll make you shiver

N**** call me Joan like my last name rivers

Get a casket 'cause im 'bout to kill her

Where's the king of rock and roll? They call me Priscilla

He 'bout to blow a bag on my new grill

I only fuck with him 'cause he too trill

Driven on the dick this a new wheel

I don't need a sugar daddy in my own will

If it wasn't for Corona I would have this club packed

When your n**** around me he forgetting how to act

Then I take him to the club and he teach me how to clap

When that N**** try to bust, im'ma run off with his bag

I know that he want me

I know that he want me

I'll make him Saint Laurent me

I'll make him Saint Laurent me

I know that he got me

I know that he got me

When he leave it's gonna haunt me

When he leave it's gonna haunt me (Yo, yo)

Come through with the inches and the pink highlights (highlights)

And I show up to his door with the real high tights (real high tights)

And I know that's what he wants i know it excites

When I spread it, it explodes like a can of Sprite

The n**** is my drug let me overdose

Always numero uno never numero dos

All them desperate little hoes keep doing the most

You know that they all try but can not come close

Living in the hills make a broke bitch bitter

Im'ma teach you N***** how to make eight figures

Boutta get three pairs of the newest Hilfigers

And im'ma cut em off like a pair of scissors

Ice on my wrist it'll make you shiver

N**** call me Joan like my last name rivers

Get a casket 'cause im 'bout to kill her

Where's the king of rock and roll? They call me Priscilla

Come here baby

Come here and put it down on me

Come and make me

Come here and give it all to me

Ooh

How the fuck you want respect like you write your own bars?

My flow is untouched and my songs all hard

You can't keep it real you a motherfucking fraud

My goons come with me and we say fuck your squad

You know what? Make your way to the trap house

Acting funny and my N***** pull the strap out

Fuck you and I ain't talking 'til you tap out

Big pussy and I'm finna sniff a rat out

Living in the hills make a broke bitch bitter

Im'ma teach you N***** how to make eight figures

Boutta get three pairs of the newest Hilfigers

And im'ma cut em off like a pair of scissors

Ice on my wrist it'll make you shiver

N**** call me Joan like my last name rivers

Get a casket 'cause im 'bout to kill her

Where's the king of rock and roll? They call me Priscilla

Come here baby

Come here and put it down on me

Come and make me

Come here and give it all to me

(Ooh)