Tap’ Out
(This shit go hard)
Aye I was down on my ass I was penny pinchin
They need help send they ass through an intervention
Tryna stack up yeah that been the mission
They was blind as a bat they ain't see the vision
Now I pull up with my windows tinted
I remember they laughed when I pulled in rentals
Finna blow up ain't no accidental
Got this shit out the gutter like Master Splinter
Got so much money they call me Printer
And I'm blessin my folks I ain't been a sinner
When I play this hoe better start reminiscing
That them days in the trap I was selling chickеn
Better step thе fuck back when my finger itching
Cause I'm spinning the block I ain't talkin fidget
You get beat the fuck up ain't no Paddy Pimblett
Since I jumped out the womb I been stacking digits
Got a couple of bitches I'm bad at picking
If that hoe pregnant I'm barely kicking
I'm just kidding but I got a couple mentions
All these haters some bitches and all of you rappers my sons
Why the fuck they still act like I owe them something
I done came up from nothing but dirty money
I was stuck in the trap I looking bummy
When these bitches come up they get nothing from me
Throw me that pack I ship by the country
They keep coming back well I guess they love me
Got this big booty bitch and I'm feeling humpy
When I do my maneuver she say she love it
Say you gon come touch me then come and touch me
Ain't no Diddy but I give his ass the knuckles
Why your bitch tryna grip on my Louis buckle
Man this new ARP make sure I don't tussle
Y'all rapper asses like some truffle butter
Like I went in with squad get it out the muscle
I be making plays they be calling huddle
Finna throw that bitch deep ain't no power puff
Wait which bitch I'm finna fuck today
He said I'm broke LOL to the bank
And you know I'm smoking on stank
That boy just a Peon he not in my rank
We done came a long way from the paint
He dissin' my name and we leaving him stained
Get the lick when you mention the gang
Ain't talkin Osama go down in the [?]
I was down on my ass I was penny pinchin
They need help send they ass through an intervention
Tryna stack up yeah that been the mission
They was blind as a bat they ain't see the vision
Now I pull up with my windows tinted
I remember they laughed when I pulled in rentals
Finna blow up ain't no accidental
Got this shit out the gutter like Master Splinter
Got so much money they call me Printer
And I'm blessin my folks I ain't been a sinner
When I play this hoe better start reminiscing
That them days in the trap I was selling chicken
Better step the fuck back when my finger itching
Cause I'm spinning the block I ain't talkin fidget
You get beat the fuck up ain't no Paddy Pimblett
Since I jumped out the womb I been stacking digits
Got a couple of bitches I'm bad at picking
Aye I was down on my ass I was penny pinchin
They need help send they ass through an intervention
Tryna stack up yeah that been the mission
They was blind as a bat they ain't see the vision
Now I pull up with my windows tinted
I remember they laughed when I pulled in rentals
Finna blow up ain't no accidental
Got this shit out the gutter like Master Splinter
Got so much money they call me Printer
And I'm blessin my folks I ain't been a sinner
When I play this hoe better start reminiscing
That them days in the trap I was selling chickеn
Better step thе fuck back when my finger itching
Cause I'm spinning the block I ain't talkin fidget
You get beat the fuck up ain't no Paddy Pimblett
Since I jumped out the womb I been stacking digits
Got a couple of bitches I'm bad at picking
If that hoe pregnant I'm barely kicking
I'm just kidding but I got a couple mentions
All these haters some bitches and all of you rappers my sons
Why the fuck they still act like I owe them something
I done came up from nothing but dirty money
I was stuck in the trap I looking bummy
When these bitches come up they get nothing from me
Throw me that pack I ship by the country
They keep coming back well I guess they love me
Got this big booty bitch and I'm feeling humpy
When I do my maneuver she say she love it
Say you gon come touch me then come and touch me
Ain't no Diddy but I give his ass the knuckles
Why your bitch tryna grip on my Louis buckle
Man this new ARP make sure I don't tussle
Y'all rapper asses like some truffle butter
Like I went in with squad get it out the muscle
I be making plays they be calling huddle
Finna throw that bitch deep ain't no power puff
Wait which bitch I'm finna fuck today
He said I'm broke LOL to the bank
And you know I'm smoking on stank
That boy just a Peon he not in my rank
We done came a long way from the paint
He dissin' my name and we leaving him stained
Get the lick when you mention the gang
Ain't talkin Osama go down in the [?]
I was down on my ass I was penny pinchin
They need help send they ass through an intervention
Tryna stack up yeah that been the mission
They was blind as a bat they ain't see the vision
Now I pull up with my windows tinted
I remember they laughed when I pulled in rentals
Finna blow up ain't no accidental
Got this shit out the gutter like Master Splinter
Got so much money they call me Printer
And I'm blessin my folks I ain't been a sinner
When I play this hoe better start reminiscing
That them days in the trap I was selling chicken
Better step the fuck back when my finger itching
Cause I'm spinning the block I ain't talkin fidget
You get beat the fuck up ain't no Paddy Pimblett
Since I jumped out the womb I been stacking digits
Got a couple of bitches I'm bad at picking