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Tap In - Fredo Bang Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat)
(QRedOnTheTrack, and he runnin' this beat)

[Chorus]
Nigga, tap in, bitch, I get this shit up out the mud like a bad kid
And I spend this money like I want to like I had it
And I keep a big pack on me like a bad bitch
Pistol on my waist, sorry, baby
Nigga, tap in, bitch, I get this shit up out the mud like a bad kid
And I spend this money like I want to like I had it
And I keep a big pack on me like a bad bitch
Pistol on my waist, sorry, baby, that's a habit

[Verse 1]
5-5-6, 2-2-3 around the city, I make big noise
I just counted fifty in all fives, free the landlord (Free the landlord)
Take a pretty bitch and push her face against my backboard
When that ho be naggin', tell her, "Shut up, make my dick hard" (Bitch)
Niggas wanna try me, but I promise they ain't that hard (That hard)
If he go against me, then I threw him like the last boy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Say he got more money in his pocket, then he cappin' (Cappin')
Bitch, I keep them bands like New Orleans at the classic
Your bitch bumpin' Megan, now she think that she a stallion (Bitch)
She gon' suck the meat up off my balls, she Italian
I just throw some sauce up in my closet like a cabinet
Bitch, I run the streets, TBG, you better

[Chorus]
Nigga, tap in, bitch, I get this shit up out the mud like a bad kid
And I spend this money like I want to like I had it
And I keep a big pack on me like a bad bitch
Pistol on my waist, sorry, baby
Nigga, tap in, bitch, I get this shit up out the mud like a bad kid
And I spend this money like I want to like I had it
And I keep a big pack on me like a bad bitch
Pistol on my waist, sorry, baby, that's a habit

[Verse 2]
Geeked on the meds, fuck a bitch I'ma leave her on read (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I been stuck like a bike with no pegs (Yeah)
Ain't worried 'bout shit, I got lead (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Different nigga when I'm off of that red (Woo)
Top shotta, my shooter, no dreads
How the fuck you gon' stunt with no legs?
If I say it, I mean, I ain't takin' back shit, bitch, you heard what I said
Yeah, been about action, chop a nigga block like a cabin
Money keep stackin', I'm just finna do my taxes
Can't fall in love with no ratchet
We bust in the traffic, hit 'em with a blitz like Madden (Facts)
Nigga, we ain't duckin' no static (Facts)
If I want it, I'ma get it, I'ma grab it
Money make a bitch real nasty, nigga better

[Chorus]
Nigga, tap in, bitch, I get this shit up out the mud like a bad kid
And I spend this money like I want to like I had it
And I keep a big pack on me like a bad bitch
Pistol on my waist, sorry, baby
Nigga, tap in, bitch, I get this shit up out the mud like a bad kid
And I spend this money like I want to like I had it
And I keep a big pack on me like a bad bitch
Pistol on my waist, sorry, baby, that's a habit