TAPPIN-OUT Lyrics

I'm way too high I can't feel it in my face

Hottest youngin out, bitch I jumped up out the gate

Nah these niggas they be phony I be callin' em' imposters

Faking for the gram is you trynna win a Oscar

Yea

I be cooling with my shawdy in my room

Cut the lights off bae you know we finna do

She like

Oooo

Aye, I got her yelling out

Oooo

Aye, ain't no tappin-out

I been stacking up my commas so I can go anywhere

Walk up out the spot, got them looking up they all stare

Lil Spanish joint asking please can I do your hair

Sorry my lil baby gotta girl she gone be right here

Aye them pussy niggas sweet ain't doing shit like I done gave the drop

I was serving feens up in the school I was the candy shop

See a nigga popping fuck yo hand no you not with us

Knew that I would make it took my time ain't no need to rush

And I shoot like NBA bitch yea, bitch yea

I be staying out the way bitch yea bitch yea

Bought the KSUBI jeans finna cop a Montclair

I can't tell you how I get the bag cannot tell you where

Aye, catch a Millie then we rocking

Smoking on that loud so loud start a mosh pit

I Takeoff with my Migos rest up to the rocket

DJ fuck me up then I'm going Offset

On set

You upset, cause you only window shopping

Go and run ya bag up make that lil deposit

Looking both ways

Make sure that you watching

Keep that thang on you

Don't let them run your pockets

I'm way too high I can't feel it in my face

Hottest youngin out, bitch I jumped up out the gate

Nah these niggas they be phony I be callin' em' imposters

Faking for the gram is you trynna win a Oscar

Yea

I be cooling with my shawdy in my room

Cut the lights off bae you know we finna do

She like

Oooo

Aye, I got her yelling out

Oooo

Aye, ain't no tappin-out