Don't Tap That Glass / Tweakin'

Ayy
Huh, uh
Ayy, uh, ayy, uh, ayy, uh


Don't tap that glass, don't tap that glass
Don't tap that glass, don't tap that glass
There's a monster in it, don't tap that glass (Bro)
Don't tap that glass, baby (Bro), don't tap that glass (Huh)
Don't tap that glass (Baby), don't tap that glass (Baby)
Don't tap that glass, nigga, don't tap that glass
There's a monster in it, don't tap that glass (Nigga, nigga)
Don't tap that glass, baby, don't tap—


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 F40 on the 405 throwin' ass
Brodie got his bitch took, brodie got his head bust
Brodie got his chain snatched, brodie, we be fed up (Nigga)
Wе told you, you ain't wanna listen
Now you lookin' like a victim


Bring it back, bring it back, we back it up (Uh)
Nigga, gеt 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 fuck


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, tap that glass, huh
Don't tap that glass (Baby), don't tap that glass (Baby)
Don't tap that glass, nigga, don't tap that glass
There's a monster in it, don't tap that glass (Nigga, nigga)
Don't tap that— what the damn— bro


Nigga said I lost touch with the regular folks (Shit)
I ain't never been regular, you niggas is jokes (Funny)
Put that vest on you, boy, I aim at the throat (Damn)
Got a pocket full of snot, but your spirit is 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 hugs in my home, bitch, I cannot relate, ugh
Hey, baby wanna know what I might do
That's about nine inches long if I like you
You can get a workout, 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 fuck


Don't tap the glass



Bro
Bro
Call my mama, nigga
Bro
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 (Nigga)
Catch your breath, bitch

Bro, I'm trippin', toes tied
Call my mama, 4-5
Six nights at Crypto
Shit, I should have did SoFi
I'm an old soul, I'm a 38 Special
Feel like Detroit, red forty-one mecha
Blacked-out prom night, hair, I'll press you
Shit goin' up like granny love pressure
About that guap, about that guap
About that guap, about cha-ching
About that guap, about that guap
About that bread, about chili
Feel like Slick Rick, neck look like when you stare in the sun too goddamn long
I fucked her and 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), tickets (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
Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huh (Funky-ass bitch)
Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huh
Bitch, I'm— ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Catch your breath, bitch
Catch your breath, bitch
Catch your breath, bitch
Catch your breath, bitch


Bitch, I'm tweakin'