Head Tap

[Intro: Don Q] Yeah, yeah Nigga dead that Yeah, yeah, yeah Nigga dead that Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Bitch, get your head tapped Nigga Gang Yeah, yeah [Chorus: Don Q] Heard 'em say them niggas comin' for me Got nothin' on me, nigga, dead that Heard he said he gon' get me hit, I was wit' his bitch when he said that You the nigga that was givin' clues, got my lil' homies in the fed snatched Pussy you deserve a head tap Head tap, nigga, head tap [Verse 1: Don Q] I see the statement, nigga, cut the pretending I'm not the-I'm not the one for opinions I come in the buildin', I'm tryna be low, though I'm duckin' photos gettin' rushed by civilians Tell your friend we havin' group sex, you better ask them hoes what I do best I'm already icy, the summer is comin', I might have to cop me a new set Make sure the face is flooded Yeah, these niggas they hate to love it If you tryna book me I might break your budget Drippin' water tryna stay above it Rob who? You better change the subject Yeah, and I'm darin' a hater touch it 50 thousand worth of jewels, what I got to prove? And I waved it in public Yeah, all of these pieces are custom made I do not sleep, I've been up for days I been workin' like a nigga want a raise Now I'm the king that the hustlers praise No more winters and why I'm probably gettin' high on the beach sittin' under shade I met a plug out in Cali, he told me he'll pull up on me with truck of Haze The last scene I was last seen in the Maserati that was matte green with the flat screens And I zoom by off two lines and a half beam Amiri denims and my raps clean Follow, I left you a trail of sauce They copy whatever we wear in sport You see the ice through the tint when I steer the Porsche Gang [Chorus: Don Q] Heard 'em say them niggas comin' for me Got nothin' on me, nigga, dead that Heard he said he gon' get me hit, I was wit' his bitch when he said that You the nigga that was givin' clues, got my lil' homies in the fed snatched Pussy you deserve a head tap Head tap, nigga, head tap [Verse 2: Tee Grizzley] From the east coast to the midwest Joy Road to Dexter and Waverly I got some killers that play for keeps Nigga don't play wit' me, they will go cray for me Yo' bitch wanna spend every day with me I cannot babysit, get her away from me I got that pipe at the show wit' me, I got a loaf on me, these people payin' me Shoutout to the people that pray for me Every day Jesus was savin' me Booka was sendin' them head taps If they play wit' you, bruh, I'm erasin' you Fame and all, deal and all, I be still in the field like slavery Hundred chains like slavery In the skyloft weighing keys, like, "Niggas ain't fuckin' wit' me" You had to pay her, I fucked her for free That white boy got mad and turned to the Hulk The kids in my hood want into me Do 201, look at my piece Jeweler take giphys, we get it for free Them nigga's swag, they get it from me Don Q famous, he still in the streets, bitch Let me clear the air Niggas don't compare All my bitches gettin' money, got boutiques and sell hair (Jaz, Keisha) Rolly Prong set, whole neck wet Real nigga wit' a check, niggas ain't a threat What you hear? [Chorus: Don Q] Heard 'em say them niggas comin' for me Got nothin' on me, nigga, dead that Heard he said he gon' get me hit, I was wit' his bitch when he said that You the nigga that was givin' clues, got my lil' homies in the fed snatched Pussy you deserve a head tap Head tap, nigga, head tap