Don't Tap That Glass / Tweakin' 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 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 that glass 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 child down on that [?] 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 bitch I had Got the F-40 on the floor, five [?] Brodie got his bitch took Brodie got his head bust Brodie got his chain snatched Brodie would be fed up We told you, you ain't gonna listen Now you lookin' like a victim Bring it back, bring it back We back it up, nigga, do thе stack Spin the stack, we stack it up up Niggas talkin' down On the squabblе, turn it up Nigga, honestly Baby, I don't give a **** 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, 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 (rah tah, tah, tah) Don't tap that glass, don't tap that glass Baby, don't tap that glass Nigga said I lost touch with the regular frost shit I ain't never been regular, these niggas is jokes Put that vest down, [?] boy, I aim the spear at his throat Got a pocket full of snot, bitch, I'm sparin' this broke, like "[?]" (bitch) Forty-nine, still in the street, like, "Bitch! " [?] passed state exam in a week, like, "Bitch!" Nigga shot my I got 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, do the stack Spin a stack, we stack it up up Niggas talkin' down On the squabble, turn it up Nigga, honestly Baby, I don't give a **** Don't tap the glass 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 6'9 Shit, I should have did I'm old soul, I'm a 39 Special Feel like a trick, Black on prime and here I pressure Shit goin' up like love pressure About that guap, about that guap About that guap, about your ching About that guap, about that guap About that bread, about your ching Feelin' like Slick Rick, neck look like you starin' to tne sun for too goddamn long I ****ed her, her friend, her friend, her nigga and his bitch, I know I'm wrong Goddamn Ten Twenty Thirty Forty Fifty Ticket [?] 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 Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huh Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huh Bitch, I'm, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Catch your rap bitch Catch your rap bitch Catch your rap bitch Catch your rap bitch Bitch, I'm tweakin'