TAP IN!

[Intro]
Ayo, brody

[Chorus: Beku San]
Tap in, shawty, 2K of a quota
I was rollin' proud Mary in that broken down Corolla
Yeah, coast runner, outnumbered
Tired of feelin' hopeless, yeah

[Verse 1: Geo Mafia]
Run out, we've been outside, yeah
Shawty kinda like a million diamonds, in the [?], she's seen my [?]
She like, "Baby, why you got a [?]", I said "Wait till you see the garage"
I told the bitch, don't talk, I'ma fuck that hoe
I can't [wife that?], ain't got no time
[?], I drop too long
Other wise, I got [ate my face?], too goddamn tired
Fuck it, the racks gon' ball
[?] on the wrist, too crisp, ain't talkin' bout pie
[Fuck it?], the racks gon' fall
You can't talk about cash, you ain't talkin' bout nothing at all
Tap in, fuck that
I'm finna make this bitch tap out when I put this dick in her jaw

[Verse 2: Beku San]
Tap out, bitch, [?]
But you love it when I put this dick deep in your walls
Now I'm gettin' Snapchat, CashApp
That's what you thought when we got involved
Hеll nah, hell nah, she ain't gon' play me likе she played y'all
Sent the bitch my location, told her get busy like Sean Paul
Uh, pullin' in the sheets
Scratchin' tickets just to pay the lease
Twenty on the threes, spent the rest on shit that I don't need
Dripped in fleese, brand new fee
Brand new bag, [?] Phillipe, uh
Huh, huh, huh
Buyin' twenty-threes (Twenty-threes)
Seein' through [?], I'm buyin' Ksubi jeans (Jeans)
[Tore the street?], hunnid angels on my sleeve
I got all this ice inside, it feel like I can't breathe

[Verse 3: Geo Mafia]
I can't breathe, hold up
I had to catch my breath real quick
Okay, pick 'em up, pick 'em up, get that bitch
"Man, you a bitch" Who the fuck said that shit?
They never fucked with the kid like this
[?], so we had to let that bitch go
So many racks in the crip, had me lookin' [?]
Dislocate shawty's spine, had to tear it up
On God, I ain't seen her
Damn, must've been John Cena
Hahahaha, what the fuck?

[Outro: Beku San]
Let's not pretend, quit playin'
Really him, tap in, uh-huh