Jay Rock ft. Jeremih - Tap Out Lyrics

Redemption like
We been lit
Face down, ass up, vicious (woah)

Backdrops, smoking on the bombest weed
Backshots finna go down when we leave
And I got squad in the back, oh yeah, yeah
And a foreign car in the back, oh yeah, yeah
Looking like stars in the back, oh, yeah, yeah
Can't tell me that I'm wrong (wrong)
Can't tell me I ain't on (on)
Bottle straight to the head and I'm going 'till I tap out
Tap out, tap out, tap out, ohh
She wanna play 'till the morning (morning)
And I'ma give it to her like she want it
Tap out, until she tap out
Until she tap out, ohh
She wanna play 'till the morning (morning)
And I'ma give it to her like she want it

Only when I slide to the back
Closed eyes in the back
'Cause I'm high in the back
Got a text, "Where you at," ayy
Only big flex where I'm at, ayy
Bouncing on the highway
Head on the highway, I only do it my way
I ain't gon' play with it, I'ma work it out
Stand up, while I lay in it
Couple hundred thou', dead mans in the safe with it
Know what I'm about, sip some, blow a eigth with you, bring it to the house
Fuck you in a car in the back, oh, yeah, yeah
Fuck you so good, call back, oh, yeah, yeah
For real though, how many fucks I give? Zero
Eastside Jonny now, mamma maxed out
And I put that on mamma 'n' 'em
Let me take you out

Backdrops, smoking on the bombest weed
Backshots finna go down when we leave
And I got squad in the back, oh yeah, yeah
And a foreign car in the back, oh yeah, yeah
Looking like stars in the back, oh, yeah, yeah
Can't tell me that I'm wrong (wrong)
Can't tell me I ain't on (on)
Bottle straight to the head and I'm going 'till I tap out
Tap out, tap out, tap out, ohh
She wanna play 'till the morning (morning)
And I'ma give it to her like she want it
Tap out, until she tap out
Until she tap out, ohh
She wanna play 'till the morning (morning)
And I'ma give it to her like she want it

Slide on the 'gram looking for a new biatch
Don't fall through, back up 'cause I'ma be a'ight
Put it in my face, I'ma lurk though
Ass like Bernice Burgous
Carpicorn, libra, virgo
Sliding down your tongue like Merlot
Zodiac girl, what's your zodiac?
That's your boyfriend? Well, I know he mad
How you feel?
I might be too raw for you, too real
I know your homegirl wanna pop pills
Ducked off in them Hollywood hills
I be on bullshit, we be on bullshit
Pull up on me one time
Know you ain't doing shit
I be on the front line, what's happenin'?
Balling when it's crunch time, I ain't lacking

Backdrops, smoking on the bombest weed
Backshots finna go down when we leave
And I got squad in the back, oh yeah, yeah
And a foreign car in the back, oh yeah, yeah
Looking like stars in the back, oh, yeah, yeah
Can't tell me that I'm wrong (wrong)
Can't tell me I ain't on (on)
Bottle straight to the head and I'm going 'till I tap out
Tap out, tap out, tap out, ohh
She wanna play 'till the morning (morning)
And I'ma give it to her like she want it
Tap out, until she tap out
Until she tap out, ohh
She wanna play 'till the morning (morning)
And I'ma give it to her like she want it