[Part I: "Don't Tap That Glass"]

[Intro]

Ayy

Huh, uh

Ayy, uh, ayy, uh, ayy, uh

[Chorus]

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 (Bro)

Don't tap that glass, baby (Bro), don't tap that glass (Huh)

Don't tap that glass (Baby), don't tap that glass (Baby)

Don't tap that glass, nigga, don't tap that glass

There's a monster in it, don't tap that glass (Nigga, nigga)

Don't tap that glass, baby, don't tap—

[Verse 1]

Bling, bling, bling, bling, baow

Michael Jordan eyes, neck yellow, look like bing, baow

If it's feelin' weird, pull the beam out 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, 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 must be fed up (Nigga)

We told you, you ain't wanna listеn

Now you lookin' like a victim

[Refrain]

Bring it back, bring it back, we back it up (Uh)

Nigga, get a stack, spеnd 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

[Chorus]

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 (Baby), don't tap that glass (Baby)

Don't tap that glass, nigga, don't tap that glass

There's a monster in it, don't tap that glass (Nigga, nigga)

Don't tap that— what the damn— bro

[Verse 2]

Nigga said I lost touch with the regular folks (Shit)

I ain't never been regular, you niggas is jokes (Funny)

What that vest gon' do, boy? I aim at the throat (Damn)

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

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

[Refrain]

Bring it back, bring it back, we back it up (Uh)

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

[Outro]

Don't tap the glass

[Part II: "Tweakin'"]

[Intro]

Bro

Bro

Call my mama, nigga

Bro

Huh, huh

[Chorus]

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 (Nigga)

Catch your breath, bitch

[Verse]

Bro, I'm trippin', toes tied

Call my mama, 4-5

Six nights at Crypto

Shit, I should have did SoFi

I'm an old soul, I'm a .38 Special

Feel like Detroit Red 'fore 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 (Uh), twenty (Uh), thirty (Uh)

Forty (Uh), fifty (Uh), tickets (Uh), on me (Uh)

I'm in Atlanta with both off Peachtree

Baby-blue Bimmer go beep-beep

I'm not really pussy, I'm feet, feet

That thriller right on me like hee-hee

[Chorus]

Tweakin', huh, huh

Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huh (Funky-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

[Outro]

Bitch, I'm tweakin'