Head Tap

(album: Don Talk - 2018)

[Don Q:]
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 coming for me
Got nothing on me, nigga, dead that
Heard he said he gon' get me hit, I was with' his bitch when he said that
You the nigga that was giving 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 building, I'm tryna be low, though
I'm ducking photos getting rushed by civilians
Tell your friend we having group sex, you better ask them hoes what I do best
I'm already icy, the summer is coming, I might have to cop me a new set
Make sure the face it flooded
Yeah, these niggas they hate to love it
If you tryna book me I might break your budget
Dripping water tryna stay above it
Rob who? You better change the subject
Yeah, and I'm daring 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 working like a nigga want a raise
Now I'm the king that the hustlers praise
No more winters and why I'm probably getting high on the beach sitting 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 coming for me
Got nothing on me, nigga, dead that
Heard he said he gon' get me hit, I was with' his bitch when he said that
You the nigga that was giving clues, got my lil' homies in the fed snatched
Pussy you deserve a head tap
Head tap, nigga, head tap

[Tee Grizzley:]
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 with' 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 with' me, I got a loaf on me, these people paying me
Shoutout to the people that pray for me
Every day Jesus was saving me
Boopin was sending them head taps
If they play with' you, bruh, I'm erasing 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 fucking with' 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
[?], look at my piece
Jeweler take [?], 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 getting money, got [?] and sell hair
Rolly Prong set, whole neck wet
Real nigga with' a check, niggas ain't a threat
What you hear?

[Don Q:]
Heard 'em say them niggas coming for me
Got nothing on me, nigga, dead that
Heard he said he gon' get me hit, I was with' his bitch when he said that
You the nigga that was giving clues, got my lil' homies in the fed snatched
Pussy you deserve a head tap
Head tap, nigga, head tap