Sean Brady - Tap Out Lyrics

Pure pack
Smoke all that
Point 7 in your blunt
Just fall back
From biscotti to the zookies got all that
Roll a wood same size as a ball bat
Say your smoke like mine
That's all cap
3 hits of my blunt
That's a long nap
Take a rip of the runts
Need ya breath back
2 pounds at the Stu
That's my head stash

And you ain't never been high like this
30 grams 10 blunts that's one session and shit
Had to block that bitch number I ain't stressing no bitch
Red Goyard sleeve that's where I'm resting my Bic

Smoke wit us
Bet you tap out
Swear the studio
Be smelling like a trap house
Catch me hanging out the window
With my Mac out
I Said I'm hanging out the window with my Mac out
It's either rap
Or it's time to push them packs out
Got the Chevy looking something like a blackout
Every bitch wanna know what them racks bout
Said every bitch wanna know what your racks bout

And you ain't never been high like this
30 grams 10 blunts that's one session and shit
Had to block that bitch number I ain't stressing no bitch
Red Goyard sleeve that's where I'm resting my Bic

And where I go
I need that smoke, with me
And no you can't roll, I twist, my own trees
And I bet you gon tap out
Prolly gon pass out
Ya you gon tap out
You prolly gon pass out
I said you gon tap out
Girl you gon pass out
You prolly gon tap out
Girl you gon pass out

Ain't nobody gonna do it
So it's my time
I bet this work'll show and prove it
Ya that's my grind
Baby twerk it and she move it
Thats a fun time
Said when you twerk it and you move it
That's a slow wind
Put your face in the pillow
Now that's my spine
I really beat the pussy up
But it's no crime
Eat the pussy up for lunch
Call it fine dine
I always keep her busting nuts
Never sometimes

Now why you out here getting all in your feelings
When you know we started this shit for some sexual healing
Only see you once a month that make the sex more appealing
Now I'm finna roll this blunt
You put them legs to the ceiling

And you ain't never been high like this
30 grams 10 blunts that's one session and shit
Had to block that bitch number I ain't stressing no bitch
Red Goyard sleeve that's where I'm resting my Bic

And where I go
I need that smoke, with me
And no you can't roll, I twist, my own trees
And I bet you gon tap out
Prolly gon pass out
Ya you gon tap out
You prolly gon pass out
I said you gon tap out
Girl you gon pass out
You prolly gon tap out
Girl you gon pass out

And where I go
I need that smoke, with me
And no you can't roll, I twist, my own trees