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