Tyler, The Creator Don't Tap That Glass / Tweakin

Ayy Hm, uh Ayy, uh Ayy, uh Ayy, uh Don't tap that glass, don't tap that glass Don't tap that glass, nigga (hey), d-don't tap that glass There's a monster in it, don't tap that glass (Bro) Don't tap that glass (Bro), 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 (hey), 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– bling, 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, 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 out of hand Got the F-40 on the 405, throwing ass Brodie got his bitch took, brodie got his head bust Brodie got his chain snatched, brodie we be fed up (Nigga) We told you, you ain't wanna listen (Told you) Now you lookin' like a victim (You, victim) Bring it back, bring it back, we back it up 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 Don't tap that glass, don't tap that glass Don't tap that glass, nigga (hey), don't tap that glass There's a monster in it, rah-tah-tah-tah Don't tap that glass, baby, tap that glass, huh Don't tap that glass, don't tap that glass Don't tap that glass, nigga (hey), don't tap that glass There's a monster in it, don't tap that glass Don't tap that– what the damn- bro Nigga said I lost touch with the regular folks (Shit) I ain't never been regular, you niggas is jokes Put that vest on, boot boy, aim at the throat 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 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, get a stack, spend a stack, we stack it up Niggas talkin' down on the squad, we turn it up Nigga, honestly, baby, I don't give a fuck Don't tap the glass Ha Ha Haha Ha Bro Bro Call my mama, nigga Bro Ha, ha Ha, ha Huh, huh 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 Six nights at Crypto Shit, I should have did So-Fi I'm old soul, I'm a 38 Special Feel like a trick, red 41 mecha Black on prime and here I pressure Shit goin' up like gritty love pressure About that guap, about that guap About that guap, about cha-ching About that guap, about that guap About that bread, about your leaf Feelin' like Slick Rick Neck look like you starin' to the sun for too goddamn long I fucked her, her friend, her friend Her nigga and his bitch, I know I'm wrong (Goddamn) Mm, ten (Uh) Twenty (Uh), thirty (Uh) Forty (Uh), fifty (Uh) Tickets (Uh), on me (Uh) 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 (Funky-ass bitch) Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huh Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huh Bitch, I'm, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Catch your breath, bitch Catch your breath, bitch Catch your breath, bitch Catch your breath, bitch Bitch, I'm tweakin'