Don Q feat. Tee Grizzley – Head Tap (Music Video)

Lyrics for “Head Tap” performed by Don Q feat. Tee Grizzley

Heard ’em say them n*ggas comin’ for me
Got nothin’ on me, n*gga, dead that
Heard he said he gon’ get me hit
I was wit’ his b*tch when he said that
You the n*gga that was givin’ clues
Got my lil’ homies in the fed snatched
P**sy you deserve a head tap
Head tap, n*gga, head tap

I see the statement, n*gga, cut the pretending
I’m not the-I’m not the one for opinions
I come in the buildin’, I’m tryna be low, though
I’m duckin’ photos gettin’ rushed by civilians
Tell your friend we havin’ group sex
You better ask them hoes what I do best
I’m already icy, the summer is comin’
I might have to cop me a new set, yeah

Make sure the face it flooded
Yeah, these n*ggas they hate to love it
If you tryna book me I might break your budget
Drippin’ water tryna stay above it
Rob who? You better change the subject
Yeah, and I’m darin’ a hater touch it
50 thousand worth of jewels
What I got to prove, and I waved it in public

Yeah, all of these pieces are custom made
I do not sleep, I’ve been up for days
I been workin’ like a n*gga want a raise
Now I’m the king that the hustlers praise
No more winters and why I’m probably gettin’ high
On the beach sittin’ under shade
I met a plug out in Cali, he told me
He’ll pull up on me with truck of Haze

The last scene I was last seen in the Maserati
That was matte green with the flat screens
And I zoom by off two lines and a half beam
Amiri denims and my raps clean
Follow, I left you a trail of sauce
They copy whatever we wear in sport
You see the ice through the tint when I steer the Porsche

Heard ’em say them n*ggas comin’ for me
Got nothin’ on me, n*gga, dead that
Heard he said he gon’ get me hit
I was wit’ his b*tch when he said that
You the n*gga that was givin’ clues
Got my lil’ homies in the fed snatched
P**sy you deserve a head tap
Head tap, n*gga, head tap

From the east coast to the midwest
Joy Road to Dexter and Waverly
I got some killers that play for keeps
N*gga don’t play wit’ me, they will go cray for me
Yo’ b*tch wanna spend every day with me
I cannot babysit, get her away from me
I got that pipe at the show wit’ me
I got a loaf on me, these people payin’ me

Shoutout to the people that pray for me
Every day Jesus was savin’ me
Boopin was sendin’ them head taps
If they play wit’ you, bruh, I’m erasin’ you
Fame and all, deal and all, I be still in the field like slavery
Hundred chains like slavery
In the skyloft weighing keys, like, n*ggas ain’t f*ckin’ wit’ me

You had to pay her, I f*cked her for free
That white boy got mad and turned to the Hulk
The kids in my hood want into me
Good to I was, look at my piece
Jeweler take we get it for free
Them n*gga’s swag, they get it from me
Don Q famous, he still in the streets, b*tch
Let me clear the air
N*ggas don’t compare
All my b*tches gettin’ money, got .. and sell hair
Rolly Prong set, whole neck wet
Real n*gga wit’ a check, n*ggas ain’t a threat
What you hear

Heard ’em say them n*ggas comin’ for me
Got nothin’ on me, n*gga, dead that
Heard he said he gon’ get me hit
I was wit’ his b*tch when he said that
You the n*gga that was givin’ clues
Got my lil’ homies in the fed snatched
P**sy you deserve a head tap
Head tap, n*gga, head tap…

➤ Produced by Murda Beatz
Album: Don Talk
Don Q & Tee Grizzley 2018

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