Tap Out Lyrics

Give it up, make you tap out

Give it up, make you tap out, yeah

Give it up, make you tap out

I caught you slipping, that's man down

Do this how I want to do it on my own never ever need a hand out

Fuck with my paper, that's man down

Never been the type back down

I might just take your whole camp out

Give it up, make you tap out

I don't flex with the stacks out

My room looking like a trap house

That a glass house or a crack house

If I'm in the joint that's a packed house

Puff Daddy with the grass fool

I'm puffing on it till I pass out

Everything moving too fast now

Got like Hundred-fifty on the dash now

Swerving, yeah

All these bad bitches I'm curving, yeah

Grew up in the city she urban

She love to mix pills with her bourbon, yeah

I don't fuck with no percs

Baby all i need is this herb

Bartender I serve

Outlaw, not a perp

Wavy baby I surf

I'm eating good bout to burp

I'm sipping tea in your turf

You looking blue like a smurf

Money dance, make it twerk

Motivation make it work

Last laugh when I smirk

Started this shit like I'm Herc

(Kool)

I caught you slipping, that's man down

Do this how I want to do it on my own never ever need a hand out

Fuck with my paper, that's man down

Never been the type back down

I might just take your whole camp out

Give it up, make you tap out

You don't live what you rap about

No headroom for you cap now

Know this shit gon' slap now

I'm running a victory lap now

They snoozing on me, take a nap now

I break it down, make you snap out

You not a threat, you a target

Got the crosshair on your hat now

I got no time for no enemies now

Unlimited money, infinite amounts

That's what I'm about

I'm flipping these one's to a thou

That was a quickie, I'm in and I'm out

Got the product and I'm selling it now

Give a fuck about your sentiments now

Got your ship sinking like sediments now, yeah

Run up to me and get ran down

Leaving nothing to the chance now

Spread the paper, make it fan out

Feel the heat, get you tanned now

She left her boy, that's a man down

She don't know even the name of my band but she telling me she a fan now, yeah

(Okay)

I caught you slipping, that's man down

Do this how I want to do it on my own never ever need a hand out

Fuck with my paper, that's man down

Never been the type back down

I might just take your whole camp out

Give it up, make you tap out

I caught you slipping, that's man down

Do this how I want to do it on my own never ever need a hand out

Fuck with my paper, that's man down

Never been the type back down

I might just take your whole camp out

Give it up, make you tap out

Give it up, make you tap out

Give it up, make you tap out

Give it up, make you tap out

I caught you slipping, that's man down

Do this how I want to do it on my own never ever need a hand out

Fuck with my paper, that's man down

Never been the type back down

I might just take your whole camp out

Give it up, make you tap out

Give it up, make you tap out