歌手:Tyler, The Creator
专辑:《DON'T TAP THE GLASS》

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

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 child down on that [?]
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 bitch I had
Got the F-40 on the floor, five [?]
Brodie got his bitch took
Brodie got his head bust
Brodie got his chain snatched
Brodie would be fed up
We told you, you ain't gonna listen
Now you lookin' like a victim
Bring it back, bring it back
We back it up, nigga, do thе stack
Spin the stack, we stack it up up
Niggas talkin' down
On the squabblе, turn it up
Nigga, honestly
Baby, I don't give a ****

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

Nigga said I lost touch with the regular frost shit
I ain't never been regular, these niggas is jokes
Put that vest down, [?] boy, I aim the spear at his throat
Got a pocket full of snot, bitch, I'm sparin' this broke, like "[?]" (bitch)
Forty-nine, still in the street, like, "Bitch! "
[?] passed state exam in a week, like, "Bitch!"
Nigga shot my
I got 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, do the stack
Spin a stack, we stack it up up
Niggas talkin' down
On the squabble, turn it up
Nigga, honestly
Baby, I don't give a ****
Don't tap the glass

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
6'9
Shit, I should have did
I'm old soul, I'm a 39 Special
Feel like a trick,
Black on prime and here I pressure
Shit goin' up like love pressure
About that guap, about that guap
About that guap, about your ching
About that guap, about that guap
About that bread, about your ching
Feelin' like Slick Rick, neck look like you starin' to tne sun for too goddamn long
I ****ed her, her friend, her friend, her nigga and his bitch, I know I'm wrong
Goddamn
Ten
Twenty
Thirty
Forty
Fifty
Ticket
[?]
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
Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huh
Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huh
Bitch, I'm, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

Catch your rap bitch
Catch your rap bitch
Catch your rap bitch
Catch your rap bitch
Bitch, I'm tweakin'