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cgm - tap it lyrics

[verse 1: zk]
step on your block don’t panic
they talk about zk dashing i’m way too savage plus i’m asthmatic
two hands on the dots when i tap it
get the drop my respond games rapid
like who’s really applying the pressure
1011 that’s me and my members
bro just slapt it in face he did it upfront like a close range header
i can talk about numerous drillings
but thats bait and i’m way too clever
machine filled with pepper
boy try run and he still got wet up
buj came with the bush
throw it in the blend now i’m feeling like pressa
got full trust in my bro
ca he grip that mash with tekkers
drippa just whipped up an onion
28 back i ain’t making -ssumptions
from young had the trapline jumping
catch him wet a boy in his pumpkin
n-ggas know that your packs came under
slide on your cat like take this number
step on the 12 rambos in jumpers

[verse 2: british]
if you know me i’m an opportunist
if we get a move then we get to move it
h-lla packs h-lla dough [?]
young g’s got the drop so they do him
[?] show him no games
cl!ck clack bum bow switch lanes
we don’t talk about it we act it
with my little hitters we packing
onsight bup bup gets clapping
we get busy in the trenches
bro chinged him dipped him drenched him
what you know ’bout the dots from the bissets?
for my young g skeet go hit them
keep your eyes open for the other
hoodie up dont get followed
then it’s back to the brap brap
h-lla working no breaks no kit kats
any dodgy movements better cl!ck clack
7up no time for the chit chat
20 24’s
midnight man swing off the doors
yolla 10 10 war
peng peng cats love it course
bad b too fast snorts
she feeling gang course
mish mash and get bread
f-ck a b-tch man needs more bissets

[verse 3: zk]
yuss got the roll we skrring
and you know that whip come manual
been through sh-ts got handled
jump out juice gon’ spill like snapple
young trap n-gga thats facts
two hands on the wap when i up that barrel
or i jump off a 1 2 ped
watch them boy dere still like they can’t drive manual
push bike with the pack thats smelly
cause my chete comes long and heavy
i’m with js he too tekky
aye, [?] your squad like messi
and the dots i ain’t moving petty
[?] dead like ugly betty
she said she’s onto me i’m too s-xy
one eye open for jakes like fetty

- cgm lyrics

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