Tap Out

(Yoz, what you tellin' me?) yeah
(Beat by Yamaica Productions, baby)
Ooh (Trap House Mob) too, too, too
Look (Grrr)

Bend her over, blow her back out (Baow)
Bend her over, pull her tracks out (Baow)
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)

If you wanna make bands then open up TD
She like, "Papi all I got is Citi"
I'm like, "Fuck it, come give me head" (Woo)
I back her then nutted on her titty, ayy, uh
She say I'm a dog so I'm chasin' 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' shit 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 bitch exotic
('Xotic) , my new bitch exotic ('Xotic)
You ain't poppin', stop it (Nah)
Fresh as fuck, no stylist (Stylist) , uh
Niggas stealin' styles, jackin', jockin'
(Jockin')
This watch don't do tick-tockin' (Nah)
Niggas know how we rockin', woo
20K for Amiris and that's for the jeans
(That's for the jeans) the money was dirty
I got into rappin' and now this shit clean
(Now this shit clean)
Woo, woo, now I'm on the scene
(Now I'm on the scene) i made her tap out
I know that this dick turn
That bitch into a fiend (Brrt, brrt)

Bend her over, blow her back out (Baow)
Bend her over, pull her tracks out (Baow)
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)