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head tap - 50 wiz lyrics

[intro]
n*gga
uh, i’ve been on some sh*t ’cause i’m 6 and turnt
uh, uh
i’ve been on some sh*t because i’m 6 and turnt
yeah
uh, uh, uh
heard he dissin’ neto, teach that boy a lesson, tap*tap
school tone (school tone), tap*tap (tap*tap)
wiz (wiz)
look

[chorus]
he was dissin’ neto, taught that boy a lesson
he was hardhead, tap that head, teach that boy a lesson
you turn up my top, i’ve been thuggin’ since i was an adolescent
you catch an opp in traffic, then you gotta leave that car messy
ayy, b*tch, i’m ’bout my bread just like peanut better and jelly
why the f*ck this stalk b*tch on my phone keep on textin’ me? (what?)
ayy, i might put a dead n*gga right inside a pepsi
yeah, racks in my pockets, got my pants feelin’ heavy (heavy*heavy)

[verse]
uh, can’t get caught up with these hoes, they so jealous (nah)
hope my brother never slime me out like he melly, yeah
trap out that rat, i’m a blue devil like ryan kelly
freak b*tch, ass so fat like kisha off belly
ayy, we got getback full of nito, i know they selled it, uh
man, these n*ggas all soft, i might as well call ’em [?]
realest n*gga to probably pop out my mama belly
yeah, crazy out my top, god d*mn, they need to help me, uh (help me)
we stick together, we like kids at a group home
my brother harvey dead, evil face, he got two*tone
i know my brother out there doin’ dirt, turned off his cell phone
i was out my top when i was rappin’ on a jail phone (let’s go)
i’m the wizard, b*tch, i need another one
i told this b*tch that i’m ’bout my green, i feel like draymond
i can go to saks right now, no more packs, huh? (nah)
yeah, turn him to a ghost with a ghost gun
my brother hood, n*gga, ’til he always tryna smoke somethin’ (smoke somethin’)
she tryna eat this d*ck until my toes curl
she think that she gettin’ diamonds, but she can’t get no pearl
uh, choppa drunk as h*ll, it come through, that b*tch gon’ hurl
uh, she ain’t never wanna leave, i told that b*tch to wizard world
any n*gga that diss on 50, they gotta burn (burn)
tap his head, tap it again, he ain’t learn (learn)
a n*gga owe me money, i want it now like big worm (worm)
[chorus]
he was dissin’ neto, taught that boy a lesson
he was hardhead, tap that head, teach that boy a lesson
you turn up my top, i’ve been thuggin’ since i was an adolescent
you catch an opp in traffic, then you gotta leave that car messy
ayy, b*tch, i’m ’bout my bread just like peanut better and jelly
why the f*ck this stalk b*tch on my phone keep on textin’ me? (what?)
ayy, i might put a dead n*gga right inside a pepsi
yeah, racks in my pockets, got my pants feelin’ heavy (heavy*heavy)

[outro]
uh, racks inside my pocket, got my…
we ain’t average
…motherf*ckin’ heavy
that ain’t racks in my pockets, got them motherf*ckin’ heavy, heavy, heavy

- 50 wiz lyrics

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