Don't Tap That Glass / Tweakin'

Don′t tap that glass, don’t tap that glass
Don′t tap that glass, don’t tap that glass
There’s a monster in it, don′t tap that glass
Don′t tap that glass, baby, don’t tap that glass
Don′t tap that glass, don’t tap that glass
Don′t tap that glass, nigga, don’t tap that glass
There′s a monster in it, don’t tap that glass
Don’t tap that glass, baby
Don′t tap

Bling, bling, bling, bling, bow
Michael Jordan eyes, neck yellow, look like bing, bow
If it′s feelin’ weird, pull the beam out like bing, bow
King Kong, baby, chow down on that penile
All these niggas wanna be me now
So much snot in my pocket, bro, I need a tissue
Niggas think they Rolling Stone, we can press the issue
Every curly-haired bitch in LA, I done had
Got the F40 on the 405 throwin′ ass
Brodie got his bitch took
Brodie got his head bust
Brodie got his chain snatched
Brodie, we be fed up
Wе told you, you ain’t wanna listen
Now you lookin′ like a victim

Bring it back, bring it back, we back it up
Nigga, gеt a stack, spend a stack, we stack it up
Niggas talkin’ down on the squad, we turn it up
Nigga, honestly, baby, I don′t give a fuck

Don’t tap that glass, don’t tap that glass
Don′t tap that glass, nigga, don′t tap that glass
There’s a monster in it, rah-tah-tah-tah
Don′t tap that glass, baby, don’t tap that glass, huh
Don′t tap that glass, don’t tap that glass
Don′t tap that glass, nigga, don’t tap that glass
There’s a monster in it, don′t tap that glass
Don′t tap that
What the damn
Bro

Nigga said I lost touch with the regular folks
I ain’t never been regular, you niggas is jokes
What that vest gon′ do, boy?
I aim at the throat
Got a pocket full of snot, but your spirit is broke, like (bitch!)
Forty-nine, still in the street, like (bitch!)
Your prostate exam in a week, like (bitch!)
Nigga trauma bomb off the hate
I got hugs in my home, bitch
I cannot relate, ugh
Hey, baby wanna know what I might do
That’s about nine inches long if I like you
You can get a workout
Not in the gym, bitch
You ain′t gotta lie
We can smell the Ozempic

Bring it back, bring it back, we back it up
Nigga, get a stack, spend a stack, we stack it up
Niggas talkin’ down on the squad, we turn it up
Nigga, honestly, baby, I don′t give a fuck

Don’t tap the glass

Bro
Bro
Call my mama, nigga
Bro
Huh, huh

Bitch, I’m tweakin′, huh, huh
Bitch, I′m tweakin’, huh, huh
Bitch, I′m tweakin’, huh, huh
Bro, I′m tweakin’, huh, huh
Catch your breath, bitch
Catch your breath, bitch
Catch your breath, bitch
Catch your breath, bitch

Bro, I′m trippin’, toes tied
Call my mama, four, five
Six nights at Crypto
Shit, I should’ve did SoFi
I′m an old soul, I′m a 38 Special
Feel like Detroit Red before he went mecca
Black girl prom night, hair, I’ll press you
Shit goin′ up like granny blood pressure
About that guap, about that guap
About that guap, about cha-ching
About that guap, about that guap
About that bread, about chili
Feel like Slick Rick
Neck look like when you stare in the sun too goddamn long
I fucked her and her friend, her friend, her nigga, and his bitch
I know I’m wrong
Goddamn
Ten, twenty, thirty
Forty, fifty, tickets, on me
I′m in Atlanta with both off Peachtree
Baby blue Bimmer go beep beep
I’m not really pussy, I′m fee fee
That thriller right on me like hee-hee

Tweakin’, huh, huh
Bitch, I’m tweakin′, huh, huh (fonky-ass bitch)
Bitch, I′m tweakin’, huh, huh
Bitch, I′m ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Catch your breath, bitch
Catch your breath, bitch
Catch your breath, bitch
Catch your breath, bitch

Bitch, I’m tweakin′