Don Q, Tee Grizzley - Head Tap lyrics

Yeah, yeah nigga dead that
Yeah, yeah, yeah nigga dead that
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Bitch, get your head tapped nigga
Gang yeah, yeah

Heard 'em say them niggas comin' for me
Got nothin' on me, nigga, dead that
Heard he said he gon' get me hit
I was wit' his bitch when he said that
You the nigga that was givin' clues
Got my lil' homies in the fed snatched
Pussy you deserve a head tap
Head tap, nigga, head tap

I see the statement, nigga
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 sex
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 is flooded
Yeah, these niggas 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 jewels
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 nigga 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

Heard 'em say them niggas comin' for me
Got nothin' on me, nigga, dead that
Heard he said he gon' get me hit
I was wit' his bitch when he said that
You the nigga that was givin' clues
Got my lil' homies in the fed snatched
Pussy you deserve a head tap
Head tap, nigga, head tap

From the east coast to the midwest
Joy Road to Dexter and Waverly
I got some killers that play for keeps
Nigga don't play wit' me
They will go cray for me
Yo' bitch 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
Booka 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
"Niggas ain't fuckin' wit' me"
You had to pay her, I fucked her for free
That white boy got mad and turned to the Hulk
The kids in my hood want into me
Do 201, look at my piece
Jeweler take giphys, we get it for free
Them nigga's swag, they get it from me
Don Q famous, he still in the streets, bitch
Let me clear the air niggas don't compare
All my bitches gettin' money
Got boutiques and sell hair (Jaz, Keisha)
Rolly Prong set, whole neck wet
Real nigga wit' a check
Niggas ain't a threat what you hear?

Heard 'em say them niggas comin' for me
Got nothin' on me, nigga, dead that
Heard he said he gon' get me hit
I was wit' his bitch when he said that
You the nigga that was givin' clues
Got my lil' homies in the fed snatched
Pussy you deserve a head tap
Head tap, nigga, head tap