Tap in (feat. Carl Armada, Mr.Eyezlow, Loner & Groovyslim)

I got drugs you need Tell me what you need yea Serving all these fiends Married to the streets yea I got Ad's my G and I got the beans yea Got strips and ketamine but i’ll keep that drank yea Tap in Tap in Tell these niggas tap in Tap in Tap in Tell these niggas tap in I got what you need Tell me what you need yea I’m too high my baby Tell me what you mean yea We been in our head all up in our feels yea Now i’m your bed crushing all these pills yea I don’t want your love no more My mind gone on that 20 dollar dose Tap in Tap in Tell these niggas tap in Tap in Tap in Tell these niggas tap in I don’t want your love no more 20 dollar doses let your friends know Yea she like geeking Yea she like geeking And she say she love her life but on the weekend Broke bitch come on level up If it aint about the money dead as fuck Even when I sleep I think bout stacking up Broke bitch wait thats enough Busy plotting up on my next move I been creeping Money in the matress I don't spend it like I been sleeping Had a good week LSD yea got me peeking And I love life cause my life is really like the weekend (Oh I love my life) My life is really like the weekend And I watch for the snakes even in the deep end I catch a op Let my dog leave em leaking But he let me do the work Yea cause I'm geeking Red dot got em Leave em right up in the deep end Ha, wait I know your boyfriend he hate me yea your bitch wanna come date me Nah for real tho She with you cause fuck relations My mind stay racing Busy all in them payments Money motivated Money motivated Tap in lil bitch 1400 for my fucking coat Shawty said she know me but I don't Niggas talking on us we got that pole Chrome hearts on my chain it’s so ice cold Aye You don’t know me yeah so don’t say you know me I don't need new friends nigga I’m already lonely Roll a fat wood and we gone get to toking Vintage Raf Simons yea we ain’t from the 03 I been on my own shit, I’m gone stay on my lone shit Eyez gone pour the juice we gone sip on that potion Vivienne Westwood on my wrist crystals like oceans Nigga you don’t know me so please don’t say you know me Wake up Go about my day I aint kick it with no fuck boy fuck bout what you say Homie I’m bout mine Brodie don’t doubt mine Told her I’m gone shine Tell em we gone shine Carl rolled some sticky We some new age fuckin hippies Told my brodie life get risky Let’s just run this shit like Nipsey uh Homie I’m bout mine Brodie don’t don't mine Told her I’m gone shine Tell em we gone shine Tell em oh We gone go Said I want them racks fasho Now plus forever plus some more Get them tabs up in my drawer Hit Cez up for that score Said he got it for the low, damn For the low yea Got it locked fasho, damn (Skrt) (Yea, yea yea) Tap on in Holla at me for whatever you need Get to the money lil baby, lil baby Fuck it I just want some peace My thoughts heavy, this blunt heavy I put in way too much weed I live an acid dream This shit like a masterpiece I feel like Master P No limit aint no one stopping me I got big backwoods, even bigger dreams Fe fi fo fum I smell burning trees Young Picasso, Murakami, with a Mona Lise (Yah) They like how I do they like the melodies Pull up skrt put in the work I got the remedy PCHT, Neighborhood Ghost you know that we always tapped in PCHT, Neighborhood Ghost you know that we always tapped in (Tell me what you mean yea) Serving all these fiends Married to the streets yea I got Ad's my G and I got the beans yea Got strips and ketamine but i’ll keep that drank yea Tap in Tap in Tell these niggas tap in Tap in Tap in Tell these niggas tap in I got what you need Tell me what you need yea I’m too high my baby Tell me what you mean yea I got drugs you need Tell me what you need yea Serving all these fiends Married to the streets yea I got Ad's my G and I got the beans yea Got strips and ketamine but i’ll keep that drank yea Tap in Tap in Tell these niggas tap in Tap in Tap in (Woah) Tell these niggas tap in (Tap in) (Tap in)