Don Q – Head Tap (feat. Tee Grizzley)

You the nigga that was givin’ clues, got my lil’ homies in the fed snatched
Let me clear the air
I do not sleep, I’ve been up for days

Niggas don’t compare
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I cannot babysit, get her away from me
In the skyloft weighing keys, like, "Niggas ain’t fuckin’ wit’ me"
Pussy you deserve a head tap
Hundred chains like slavery
I’m already icy, the summer is comin’, I might have to cop me a new set
Now I’m the king that the hustlers praise
You had to pay her, I fucked her for free
Jeweler take [?], we get it for free
Them nigga’s swag, they get it from me
I’m duckin’ photos gettin’ rushed by civilians
From the east coast to the midwest
[Verse 1: Don Q]
Follow, I left you a trail of sauce
Heard he said he gon’ get me hit, I was wit’ his bitch when he said that
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
You the nigga that was givin’ clues, got my lil’ homies in the fed snatched
Heard he said he gon’ get me hit, I was wit’ his bitch when he said that
Got nothin’ on me, nigga, dead that
I got some killers that play for keeps

Got nothin’ on me, nigga, dead that
If you tryna book me I might break your budget
Heard ’em say them niggas comin’ for me
Boopin was sendin’ them head taps
Head tap, nigga, head tap
Every day Jesus was savin’ me
Got nothin’ on me, nigga, dead that
Pussy you deserve a head tap
And I waved it in public 50 thousand worth of jewels, what I got to prove?
I met a plug out in Cali, he told me he’ll pull up on me with truck of Haze
Nigga dead that
Drippin’ water tryna stay above it
Shoutout to the people that pray for me
Don Q famous, he still in the streets, bitch
Joy Road to Dexter and Waverly
[?], look at my piece
Yeah, all of these pieces are custom made
Yeah, these niggas they hate to love it
Real nigga wit’ a check, niggas ain’t a threat
No more winters and why I’m probably gettin’ high on the beach sittin’ under shade
I come in the buildin’, I’m tryna be low, though
Nigga don’t play wit’ me, they will go cray for me
[Chorus: Don Q]
Yeah, yeah
You see the ice through the tint when I steer the Porsche
You the nigga that was givin’ clues, got my lil’ homies in the fed snatched
I been workin’ like a nigga want a raise

[Chorus: Don Q]
Heard ’em say them niggas comin’ for me
Nigga
Nigga dead that
Make sure the face it flooded

What you hear?
Bitch, get your head tapped
Heard he said he gon’ get me hit, I was wit’ his bitch when he said that

I see the statement, nigga, cut the pretending
Gang
Head tap, nigga, head tap
Tell your friend we havin’ group sex, you better ask them hoes what I do best
Amiri denims and my raps clean
All my bitches gettin’ money, got [?] and sell hair
[Intro: Don Q]
And I zoom by off two lines and a half beam
Heard ’em say them niggas comin’ for me
That white boy got mad and turned to the Hulk
[Chorus: Don Q]
Yeah, and I’m darin’ a hater touch it
If they play wit’ you, bruh, I’m erasin’ you
I’m not the-I’m not the one for opinions
Rolly Prong set, whole neck wet
Head tap, nigga, head tap
They copy whatever we wear in sport
Pussy you deserve a head tap
The last scene I was last seen in the Maserati that was matte green with the flat screens
Gang
I got that pipe at the show wit’ me, I got a loaf on me, these people payin’ me
Fame and all, deal and all, I be still in the field like slavery
Yo’ bitch wanna spend every day with me
The kids in my hood want into me
Yeah, yeah
You better change the subject Rob who?