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Head Tappers Video (MV)




Performed By: BTM SaV
Language: English
Length: 2:13
Written by: Jaylen Wright




BTM SaV - Head Tappers Lyrics




Yeah, uh, come on, yeah
Let's do it, let's do it
Gang, gang
Okay, we bouncin' out the truck, bitch, I gotta test your luck

Too many diamonds, so them hoes gon' hit the phone, they tryna f*ck
And that za that shit gon' have you leanin' back until you stuck
Slide on the opps, know them niggas don't blow back, them niggas duck
We highspeed until we lose twelve and heard about no breaks

I'm on go and I ain't tired, bitch, I just raised the stakes
We ain't heard from him, why? Because he somewhere out of state
Bounce back on the opps with hella rounds, gon' rearrange his face
We get on his ass, he know it's over, bitch, ain't no escape

Bitch, I'm him, I be glidin' on the opps without a cape
I'm gon' pop out with the switch and twin, gon' pop outside with Drake
Jay pop out the cut, he never care, gon' up it, take your face
So that nigga don't wanna throw the hands, then throw some bows at him

Caught him lackin' with no money, shit, I heard the hoes got him
All I need for you to do is point him out or we gon' spot him
Bitch, I'm on a mission, no way I'm f*ckin' stop it till I got him
At nighttime, we maskin' up, so, bitch, you know it's up

Dead niggas gon' have you stuck, lil' bitch, you know I'm f*cked
Never lackin', got Glocky on my side, just like to keep it tucked
Put pressure on all the opps because we know them niggas not gon' buck
Hoes all in his body, who he thought he was, runnin' up

Better watch them hoes, the quickest way to die, cause they gon' set you up
He thinkin' with his dick, quick tah up the stick and make him twitch
We turnt up n the hottest in the room, we makin' shit intense
Brand new gen, hell nah, I ain't gon' be your friend

Better spend some time with your lil' brother cause you ain't gon' see him again
One of the opps just died and it ain't over, this shit won't never end
Play with one of my brothers, then I'm gon' send your ass to Neverland
My trigger finger gon' take off his nose

Shout out to pops cause he don't told me about trustin' these hoes
I learned this on my own, can't go nowhere without my pole
If I pop out, I'm like Shane Song, I'm takin' niggas' souls
The opps gon' never slide, still smokin' woods even when I'm old

I ain't gon' lie, I take a lot just to get me in that mode
I'm gon' be trendin' with my raps a hundred K for shows
Got diamonds all around my neck and wrist, them bitches froze, bitch
Uh, come on

Uh, come on
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Yeah, uh, come on, yeah
Let's do it, let's do it
Gang, gang
Okay, we bouncin' out the truck, bitch, I gotta test your luck

Too many diamonds, so them hoes gon' hit the phone, they tryna f*ck
And that za that shit gon' have you leanin' back until you stuck
Slide on the opps, know them niggas don't blow back, them niggas duck
We highspeed until we lose twelve and heard about no breaks

I'm on go and I ain't tired, bitch, I just raised the stakes
We ain't heard from him, why? Because he somewhere out of state
Bounce back on the opps with hella rounds, gon' rearrange his face
We get on his ass, he know it's over, bitch, ain't no escape

Bitch, I'm him, I be glidin' on the opps without a cape
I'm gon' pop out with the switch and twin, gon' pop outside with Drake
Jay pop out the cut, he never care, gon' up it, take your face
So that nigga don't wanna throw the hands, then throw some bows at him

Caught him lackin' with no money, shit, I heard the hoes got him
All I need for you to do is point him out or we gon' spot him
Bitch, I'm on a mission, no way I'm f*ckin' stop it till I got him
At nighttime, we maskin' up, so, bitch, you know it's up

Dead niggas gon' have you stuck, lil' bitch, you know I'm f*cked
Never lackin', got Glocky on my side, just like to keep it tucked
Put pressure on all the opps because we know them niggas not gon' buck
Hoes all in his body, who he thought he was, runnin' up

Better watch them hoes, the quickest way to die, cause they gon' set you up
He thinkin' with his dick, quick tah up the stick and make him twitch
We turnt up n the hottest in the room, we makin' shit intense
Brand new gen, hell nah, I ain't gon' be your friend

Better spend some time with your lil' brother cause you ain't gon' see him again
One of the opps just died and it ain't over, this shit won't never end
Play with one of my brothers, then I'm gon' send your ass to Neverland
My trigger finger gon' take off his nose

Shout out to pops cause he don't told me about trustin' these hoes
I learned this on my own, can't go nowhere without my pole
If I pop out, I'm like Shane Song, I'm takin' niggas' souls
The opps gon' never slide, still smokin' woods even when I'm old

I ain't gon' lie, I take a lot just to get me in that mode
I'm gon' be trendin' with my raps a hundred K for shows
Got diamonds all around my neck and wrist, them bitches froze, bitch
Uh, come on

Uh, come on
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Writer: Jaylen Wright
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