Tap In

[Intro] Hit em with the Jab Buddah blessed this beat [Chorus: DeJ Loaf] Come to my city, you tap in, no, don't get your backend Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in Come to my city, you tap in, no, don't get your backend Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in We got lions, we got tigers, we got choppers at the door Pull a TK in that cash, we hit him three times in a row I don't know about yours, but my niggas, they on go And we higher than a bitch for anybody who want smoke [Verse 1: DeJ Loaf] Yes, I took that nigga bitch, I gave her back, she was broke Rockin' all of this designer, it don't come out in the storе If I tell it how it is I could never gеt exposed Fuck that Internet beef, I rather hit you on the phone I don't feel like gettin' dressed, I prolly come out in the Rover Had to cut a bitch off, she was playin' with her nose That's your bitch, but she was playin' with the bros Nigga, no snitch, we be talkin' in that code, like You snitched, why them people at your door, like? Nigga, you folded, you told it Yeah, and everybody knows it Yeah, I said, "Everybody knows it" (Yeah) All of my bitches the baddest, we don't do fake asses Some of my niggas be trappin', some of my niggas be scammin' Long as they gettin' that salad, long as that gettin' that cabbage You bitches is, woo [Chorus: DeJ Loaf, DeJ Loaf & 42 Dugg] Come to my city, you tap in, no, don't get your backend Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in Come to my city, you tap in, no, don't get your backend Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in We got lions, we got tigers, we got choppers at the door Pull a TK in that cash, we hit him three times in a row I don't know about yours, but my niggas, they on go And we higher than a bitch for anybody who want smoke [Verse 2: 42 Dugg] Yeah, Ric' doin' sixty, I'm gettin' fifty, I want forty Can trust these bitches, might be there when that shit important Yeah, I know they be hatin', I have no, I keep it on me Yeah, I say I'ma pay her, really gon' play her, end of story I done drove 'em and crashed 'em, I'm talkin' Benzes, talkin' Porsches All my niggas get active, you try to run up, they escort ya My bitches passin' their courses, I'm thuggin', fuckin', endorsin' My cousin called it extortion, I barely try niggas, force 'em I'm lit, I'm lit, I'm lit, got DeJ back on her shit Won't squash beef with no lame until I fuck his bitch They still chasin' that clout, I'm still servin' my route I just ordered a thousand, thumb that shit under my couch Still got bricks all in my house once I move on, I'm out Put my dick in her mouth, I don't love 'em or cuff 'em .41s on me, both bussin' When I come in your spot I back end, niggas know that bag, yeah [Chorus: DeJ Loaf, Sada Baby & DeJ Loaf & Sada Baby] Come to my city, you tap in, no, don't get your backend Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in Come to my city, you tap in, no, don't get your backend Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in We got lions, we got tigers, we got choppers at the door (Ayy) Pull a TK in that cash, we hit him three times in a row I don't know about yours, but my niggas, they on go (Hey, they TCG, ayy) And we higher than a bitch for anybody who want smoke (Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy, now look) [Verse 3: Sada Baby] We some apes who move, dawg, I keep Draco for my breth' Pussy nigga hit my line, why is you in my DM? Instagram gon' be the death of Internet niggas and friends Fucked your bitch and gave her back, she had a Love Jones for my mans I'ma tell the truth, remember when the rope was wrapped around me? Bitches love me 'cause I lie with 'em but don't cap around 'em Hit your hood in my new foreign, I might do some laps around ya Ain't gotta up this MAC while I'm on Mac with DeJ, attract them commons Okay, woo, woo, there it is (Oh, yeah) Suppressor, I don't know how that bitch soundin' Your bitch got you out here poutin', made you leave her in a lost and found East side nigga, big, almighty, pop a Perc', make her pull a all-nighter Make a nigga jit with this rifle, let me see your book work I tried to tell ya we had poles, glad I ain't know ya' Pussy nigga gettin' exposed, thought I ain't know ya' (Hm, hm, hm-hm-hm-hm) (Hm-hm-hm-hm) But now it's over, you niggas is, ugh [Chorus: DeJ Loaf] Come to my city, you tap in, no, don't get your backend Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in Come to my city, you tap in, no, don't get your backend Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in We got lions, we got tigers, we got choppers at the door Pull a TK in that cash, we hit him three times in a row I don't know about yours, but my niggas, they on go And we higher than a bitch for anybody who want smoke