Don't Tap That Glass / Tweakin'

[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 penile 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-haired 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 fеd up (Nigga) We told you, you ain't wanna listen Now you lookin' like a victim [Refrain] Bring it back, bring it back, wе 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 [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 trauma 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, four, five 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 fee-fee 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'