Tee Grizzley - Head Tap lyrics

[Intro: Don Q] Yeah, yeah n***a dead that Yeah, yeah, yeah n***a dead that Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! b**h, get your head tapped n***a Gang Yeah, yeah [Chorus: Don Q] Heard 'em say them n***as comin' for me Got nothin' on me, n***a, dead that Heard he said he gon' get me hit, I was wit' his b**h when he said that You the n***a that was givin' clues, got my lil' homies in the fed snatched p**y you deserve a head tap Head tap, n***a, head tap [Verse 1: Don Q] I see the statement, n***a, 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 s**, 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 it flooded Yeah, these n***as 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 j**els, 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 n***a 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 n***as comin' for me Got nothin' on me, n***a, dead that Heard he said he gon' get me hit, I was wit' his b**h when he said that You the n***a that was givin' clues, got my lil' homies in the fed snatched p**y you deserve a head tap Head tap, n***a, head tap [Verse 2: Tee Grizzley] From the east coast to the midwest Joy Road to Dexter and Waverly I got some k**ers that play for keeps n***a don't play wit' me, they will go cray for me Yo' b**h 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 Boopin 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, "n***as ain't f**in' wit' me" You had to pay her, I f**ed her for free That white boy got mad and turned to the Hulk The kids in my hood want into me [?], look at my piece Jeweler take [?], we get it for free Them n***a's swag, they get it from me Don Q famous, he still in the streets, b**h Let me clear the air n***as don't compare All my b**hes gettin' money, got [?] and sell hair Rolly Prong set, whole neck wet Real n***a wit' a check, n***as ain't a threat What you hear? [Chorus: Don Q] Heard 'em say them n***as comin' for me Got nothin' on me, n***a, dead that Heard he said he gon' get me hit, I was wit' his b**h when he said that You the n***a that was givin' clues, got my lil' homies in the fed snatched p**y you deserve a head tap Head tap, n***a, head tap