YungGodO.T.C - Tapped In (feat. Polow & DAYDAY)

(Yea huh yea yea yea)
(Is this a yung god beat)
My niggas rich off wall street they having stock motion
My niggas rich up off them drugs they having block motion
My bitch walked in im with my side then i got caught stroking
We know that you dont get no bread you niggas always joking
Yea bitch im trynna make that cat spin
This nigga beefing with my dog we make his lack bend
We know that you aint got no work you niggas capping
Imagine stressing bout that hoe that im already tappin

Imagine yung god stressing bout a hoe i fucked a while ago
Gotta throw my chain on and my watch everywhere i go
Gotta keep a bottle like my phone everywhere i pour
I keep a freak on my side and she drop it low
Gotta keep a burner on me everywhere i smoke
Stand up nigga but im feeling like this life a joke
Keep on screaming at this mic til it make me paper
If i keep on ballin might get picked up by the lakers
If you runnin up on me you finna meet your maker
Ive been smoking palm trees like im in Jamaica
Ive been getting faded sipping on that good drank
Ive been gettin high smoking on that good dank
That shit smelling like a skunk that shit too stank
Ive been running that shit up since last Tuesday (woe woe aye)

(Fuck day day) (aye aye)
If it aint about the money i dont understand
Niggas always come up to me holding out they hands
I be running up them bands sticking to the plan
Bitch im fly like peter pan fly like superman
Pussy nigga do your worst bet i do it first
All my niggas play with voodoo hit you with that curse
Pull up seven seater turn your block to scorched earth
Yung god hit my phone like nigga pull up drop a verse

(Is this a yung god beat?)

Written by:
Joseph sanchez

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