don t tap that glass tweakin

Tyler, The Creator

Ayy
Hm, uh
Ayy, uh
Ayy, uh
Ayy, uh

Don t tap that glass, don t tap that glass
Don t tap that glass, nigga (hey) , d-don t tap that glass
There s a monster in it, don t tap that glass (bro)
Don t tap that glass (bro), baby, don t tap that glass (huh)
Don t tap that glass (baby) , don t tap that glass (baby)
Don t tap that glass, nigga (hey) , 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, baow

Michael Jordan eyes, neck yellow look like bing, baow
If it s feelin weird, put a big mouth like bing, baow
King Kong, baby, chow down on that Me-Mow
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 hair bitch in LA out of hand
Got the F-40 on the 405, throwing ass
Brodie got his bitch took, brodie got his head bust
Brodie got his chain snatched, brodie
we be fed up (nigga)
We told you, you ain t wanna listen (told you)
Now you lookin like a victim (you, victim)

Bring it back, bring it back, we back it up
Nigga, get a stack, spend a stack, we stack it up (uh)
Niggas talkin down on the squad, we turn it up (uh)
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 (hey) , don t tap that glass
There s a monster in it, rah-tah-tah-tah
Don t tap that glass, baby, tap that glass, huh
Don t tap that glass, don t tap that glass
Don t tap that glass, nigga (hey) , 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 (shit)
I ain t never been regular, you niggas is jokes
Put that vest on, boot boy, 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 shot my bomb off the hate
I got hugs in my home, bitch
I cannot relate, ugh
Ayy, baby, wanna know what I might do?
That s about nine inches long
if I like you
You can get a work out, 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

Ha
Ha
Haha
Ha
Bro
Bro
Call my mama, nigga
Bro
Ha, ha
Ha, ha
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

Know I m trippin , toes tied
Call my mama 4 5
Six nights at Crypto
Shit, I should have did So-Fi
I m old soul, I m a 38 Special
Feel like a trick, red 41 mecha
Black on prime and here I pressure
Shit goin up like gritty love pressure
About that guap, about that guap
About that guap, about cha-ching
About that guap, about that guap
About that bread, about your leaf
Feelin like Slick Rick
Neck look like you starin to the Sun for too goddamn long
I fucked her, her friend, her friend
Her nigga and his bitch
I know I m wrong (goddamn)

Mm, ten (uh)
Twenty (uh) , thirty (uh)
Forty (uh) , fifty (uh)
Tickets (uh) , on me (uh)
I m in Atlanta with both peach tree
Maybe glue beam, I go beep, beep
I m not really pussy, I m feet, feet
That thrill is right on me like hee, hee

Tweakin , huh, huh (funky-ass bitch)
Bitch, I m tweakin , huh, huh
Bitch, I m tweakin , huh, huh
Bitch, I m, ha-ha-ha, ha, ha
Catch your breath, bitch
Catch your breath, bitch
Catch your breath, bitch
Catch your breath, bitch
Bitch, I m tweakin