Tap Out Freestyle Lyrics

Day by day, how I'm taking it (yeah)

They just wanna come and join the ride, surf the wave a bit (yeah)

I can't hang with them, I keep it real and they be faking it (yeah)

Since a jit, been on the grind, that bag, you know I'm chasing it (yeah)

Ain't no way we changing this, no

Chillin' with my crew, ooo

We don't do the new-new

Flexing like I'm too cool

Got connects like bluetooth

I just built a new stu'

Hop up in the booth, true

She said, I can't lose you

Forget the fake like who are you? (Sorry, woah, yeah)

Dawg I cannot lie,

It's just one of those nights

Where you come catch a vibe

Always keeping it tight

Careful who I let in

Won't you give it a try?

Don't where to begin

Now they all see me on top

I cannot fall, I cannot flop

Now I'm just right with gang

Right with the mob, ride with the squad

Now we just living it big, doing our thing, living it large

Feel like I'm in outer space, how I'm surrounded by all of these stars

Feeling like Wralph, cause I wreck it

Diamonds they fighting like Tekken

Flow is elastic, you know that I stretch it

She like my glow, yeah she like my complexion

Straight to the top, oh yeah that's where I'm headed

Why they act broke, don't wanna give me my credit

Know I got bands, yeah I'm swiping the debit

Speaking in parables hope that you get it, yeah

I'm trying to rack it up, stack it up, homie just back it up 'fore you get splatted up

All of the stats, they just adding up, shawty not bad enough, so I just left her on read

Feeling so chosen, I'm feeling like Moses, I'm splitting the sea and you know it was red

Getting so fly, yeah I come from they sky, they think that I'm hopping right outta the jet

Just got a big bag, so I might cash out

Flow on lock, UFC, make it tap out

Call that boy a keyboard, what's all the cap 'bout?

Walk by a hater, yeah I make him pull his hat down

Yeah she wanna see me, cause she know I got them racks now

They can't hold the weight, like they just threw back out

Walk up in the club with the strap, ain't no pat down

You said you wouldn't leave me, but tell me where you at now?

Real hustler, it's in my jeans

One of one I know you ain't got these

Got balance, yeah I walk the trapeze

Shout out Munroe, give me them keys

Too much sauce, it's oozing now

Crazy what they do for clout

I'm balling, yeah I'm hooping now, might just pull the Ksubi's out

I been working all day, no breaks

I'ma just do what it takes

More success, that's more hate

More success, that's more cake

Up it, No I'm not taking the bait

Truck it, I'm just trying to win the race

Hustlin', I'm trying to get more cake

Lucky, but I know it was just faith