On Tap Songtext
(Akwa, that shit hard)
We the house on tap, freedom's fresh and them boy there tapped
Bro ain't forgot and he gon' get back, they misconstrue, but I keep it a stack
Only wagyu, can't beef with a rat, sharpshooter drop three for a habat
Gyal 5'2", it press on her back, don't give out my number, give 'em my at
Tap and go 'cause time is money, bro spent twenty-four in the trap
Swalib chase them, swerve and crash, hit legs, left the sawn-off in the back
Got a go-to, but I'm gatekeeping, that's more than national mateship
Hard yakka, no more break even, run ball and cover the bases
I hear what they say, they want it, they got it
He act like he got the moves, he just poppin' and lockin'
Brodie say he got the drop and it gon' land if I want it
It's only love that come from me, but the broski might drop 'em
Parked nearby in the whip, there's a machete for choppin'
I been locked in and respectable, the members still mobbin'
You can't put it over on me, I ain't changed, got 'em
Build the team up, run the play to the score and I'm lobbin'
They wan' manage me from New York (Bow), said that it's love, my heart
Balance T it up, plan and plot, get a runnin' start
My homegirl went LA, she been havin' fun with stars
Hold onto too much and the seams are gon' come apart
I been fuckin' with the minimal, they missin' my face
I used to play rep, and I still got the plays
Lil' bro got twenty years, that's more than double his age
His older brother head spinnin', he gon' fight the case
Up the five stair steps to a brighter day
Veer lanes, fuck a blinker, it's my right of way
Don't be mad that the ocean keep motion You don't clean up what ain't seen, it get corrosion
We the house on tap, freedom's fresh and them boy there tapped
Bro ain't forgot and he gon' get back, they misconstrue, but I keep it a stack
Only wagyu, can't beef with a rat, sharpshooter drop three for a habat
Gyal 5'2", it press on her back, don't give out my number, give 'em my at
Tap and go 'cause time is money, bro spent twenty-four in the trap
Swalib chase them, swerve and crash, hit legs, left the sawn-off in the back
Got a go-to, but I'm gatekeeping, that's more than national mateship
Hard yakka, no more break even, run ball and cover the bases
I hear what they say, they want it, they got it
He act like he got the moves, he just poppin' and lockin'
Brodie say he got the drop and it gon' land if I want it
It's only love that come from me, but the broski might drop 'em
Parked nearby in the whip, there's a machete for choppin'
I been locked in and respectable, the members still mobbin'
You can't put it over on me, I ain't changed, got 'em
Build the team up, run the play to the score and I'm lobbin'
They wan' manage me from New York (Bow), said that it's love, my heart
Balance T it up, plan and plot, get a runnin' start
My homegirl went LA, she been havin' fun with stars
Hold onto too much and the seams are gon' come apart
I been fuckin' with the minimal, they missin' my face
I used to play rep, and I still got the plays
Lil' bro got twenty years, that's more than double his age
His older brother head spinnin', he gon' fight the case
Up the five stair steps to a brighter day
Veer lanes, fuck a blinker, it's my right of way
Don't be mad that the ocean keep motion You don't clean up what ain't seen, it get corrosion
