Lyrics
Ayy
Hm, ah
Ayy, ah
Ayy, ah
Ayy, ah
Don't tap that glass, don't tap that glass
Don't tap that glass, nigga, don't tap that glass
There's a monster in it
Don't tap that glass
Don't tap that glass (Baby), don't tap that glass
Don't tap that glass, nigga, don't tap that glass
There's a monster in it
Don't tap that glass, don't tap that glass
Baby, don't tapβ bling, bling, bling, bling, baow
Michael Jordan eyes, neck yellow look like bing, baow
If it's feelin' weird, pull the beam out like bing, baow
King Kong, baby, chow down on that Me-Mow
All these niggas wanna be me now
So much snot in my pocket, bro I need a tissue
Niggas think they rolling stone, we can press the issue
Every curly hair bitch in LA I done had
Got the F-40 on the 405, throwing ass
Brodie got his bitch took
Brodie got his head bust
Brodie got his chain snatched
Brodie would be fed up
WΠ΅ told you, you ain't gonna listen
Now you lookin' like a victim
Bring it back, bring it back, we back it up (Uh)
Nigga, get a stack, spend a stack, we stack it up (Uh)
Niggas talkin' down on the squad, we turn it up (Uh)
Nigga, honestly, baby, I don't give a ****
Don't tap that glass, don't tap that glass
Don't tap that glass, nigga, don't tap that glass
There's a monster in it, rah-tah-tah-tah
Don't tap that glass, baby, don't tap that glass
Don't tap that glass, don't tap that glass
Don't tap that glass, baby, don't tap that glass
There's a monster in it (rah tah, tah, tah)
Don't tap that glass, nigga, don't tap that glass
Nigga said I lost touch with the regular folks (Shit)
I ain't never been regular, these niggas is jokes (Funny)
Put that vest on, boot boy
I aim the spear at his throat
Got a pocket full of snot, bitch
I'm sparin' this broke, like "Bitch"
Forty-nine, still in the street, like, "Bitch"
Your prostate exam in a week, like, "Bitch"
Nigga shot my bomb off the hate
I got cubs in my home, bitch, I cannot relate, ugh
Ayy, baby wanna know what I might do
That's about nine inches long if I like you
You can get a work out, not in the gym, bitch
You ain't gotta lie, we can smell the Ozempic
Bring it back, bring it back, we back it up (Uh)
Nigga, get a stack, spend a stack, we stack it up (Uh)
Niggas talkin' down on the squad, we turn it up (Uh)
Nigga, honestly, baby, I don't give a ****
Don't tap the glass
Ha
Ha
Haha
Ha
Bro
Bro
Call my mama, nigga
Bro
Ha, ha
Ha, ha
Huh, huh
Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huh
Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huh
Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huh
Bro, I'm tweakin', huh, huh
Catch your breath, bitch
Catch your breath, bitch
Catch your breath, bitch
Catch your breath, bitch
Bro, I'm trippin', toes tied
Call my mama, 4-5
Six nights at Crypto
Shit, I should have did So-Fi
I'm old soul, I'm a .38 Special
Feel like Detroit Red 'fore he went Mecca
Black girl prom night hair, I'll press you
Shit goin' up like granny blood pressure
About that guap, about that guap
About that guap, about your ching
About that guap, about that guap
About that bread, about chili
Feelin' like Slick Rick, neck look like you starin' to tne sun for too goddamn long
I ****ed her, her friend, her friend, her nigga and his bitch, I know I'm wrong
(Goddamn)
Ten (Uh)
Twenty (Uh)
Thirty (Uh)
Forty (Uh)
Fifty (Uh)
Ticket (Uh)
On me (Uh)
I'm in Atlanta with both off Peachtree
Baby-blue Bimmer go beep-beep
I'm not really pussy, I'm feet, feet
That thrill is right on me like hee, hee
Tweakin', huh, huh (Funky ass bitch)
Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huh
Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huh
Bitch, I'm, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Catch your breath, bitch
Catch your breath, bitch
Catch your breath, bitch
Catch your breath, bitch
Bitch, I'm tweakin'
Hm, ah
Ayy, ah
Ayy, ah
Ayy, ah
Don't tap that glass, don't tap that glass
Don't tap that glass, nigga, don't tap that glass
There's a monster in it
Don't tap that glass
Don't tap that glass (Baby), don't tap that glass
Don't tap that glass, nigga, don't tap that glass
There's a monster in it
Don't tap that glass, don't tap that glass
Baby, don't tapβ bling, bling, bling, bling, baow
Michael Jordan eyes, neck yellow look like bing, baow
If it's feelin' weird, pull the beam out like bing, baow
King Kong, baby, chow down on that Me-Mow
All these niggas wanna be me now
So much snot in my pocket, bro I need a tissue
Niggas think they rolling stone, we can press the issue
Every curly hair bitch in LA I done had
Got the F-40 on the 405, throwing ass
Brodie got his bitch took
Brodie got his head bust
Brodie got his chain snatched
Brodie would be fed up
WΠ΅ told you, you ain't gonna listen
Now you lookin' like a victim
Bring it back, bring it back, we back it up (Uh)
Nigga, get a stack, spend a stack, we stack it up (Uh)
Niggas talkin' down on the squad, we turn it up (Uh)
Nigga, honestly, baby, I don't give a ****
Don't tap that glass, don't tap that glass
Don't tap that glass, nigga, don't tap that glass
There's a monster in it, rah-tah-tah-tah
Don't tap that glass, baby, don't tap that glass
Don't tap that glass, don't tap that glass
Don't tap that glass, baby, don't tap that glass
There's a monster in it (rah tah, tah, tah)
Don't tap that glass, nigga, don't tap that glass
Nigga said I lost touch with the regular folks (Shit)
I ain't never been regular, these niggas is jokes (Funny)
Put that vest on, boot boy
I aim the spear at his throat
Got a pocket full of snot, bitch
I'm sparin' this broke, like "Bitch"
Forty-nine, still in the street, like, "Bitch"
Your prostate exam in a week, like, "Bitch"
Nigga shot my bomb off the hate
I got cubs in my home, bitch, I cannot relate, ugh
Ayy, baby wanna know what I might do
That's about nine inches long if I like you
You can get a work out, not in the gym, bitch
You ain't gotta lie, we can smell the Ozempic
Bring it back, bring it back, we back it up (Uh)
Nigga, get a stack, spend a stack, we stack it up (Uh)
Niggas talkin' down on the squad, we turn it up (Uh)
Nigga, honestly, baby, I don't give a ****
Don't tap the glass
Ha
Ha
Haha
Ha
Bro
Bro
Call my mama, nigga
Bro
Ha, ha
Ha, ha
Huh, huh
Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huh
Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huh
Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huh
Bro, I'm tweakin', huh, huh
Catch your breath, bitch
Catch your breath, bitch
Catch your breath, bitch
Catch your breath, bitch
Bro, I'm trippin', toes tied
Call my mama, 4-5
Six nights at Crypto
Shit, I should have did So-Fi
I'm old soul, I'm a .38 Special
Feel like Detroit Red 'fore he went Mecca
Black girl prom night hair, I'll press you
Shit goin' up like granny blood pressure
About that guap, about that guap
About that guap, about your ching
About that guap, about that guap
About that bread, about chili
Feelin' like Slick Rick, neck look like you starin' to tne sun for too goddamn long
I ****ed her, her friend, her friend, her nigga and his bitch, I know I'm wrong
(Goddamn)
Ten (Uh)
Twenty (Uh)
Thirty (Uh)
Forty (Uh)
Fifty (Uh)
Ticket (Uh)
On me (Uh)
I'm in Atlanta with both off Peachtree
Baby-blue Bimmer go beep-beep
I'm not really pussy, I'm feet, feet
That thrill is right on me like hee, hee
Tweakin', huh, huh (Funky ass bitch)
Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huh
Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huh
Bitch, I'm, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Catch your breath, bitch
Catch your breath, bitch
Catch your breath, bitch
Catch your breath, bitch
Bitch, I'm tweakin'
