Hey whats up this Ice T representing for the homie M Dot
Show these motherfuckers what they're messin with man
Do that man
I'm tired of this garbage ass mumble rap man
Stop it

If you turn up to the max
Gone and tap in
I wrap and ship, you get the pack
Gone and tap in
You like to make that money stack
Gone and tap in
If you ain't scared to pull the strap
Gone tap in

Rockin my shows
Stacking this dough
Smoking on Dro
Makin these plays
Now I got pros
All over the globe
Feel like wherever I go
That I get the love for the low
While they doing the most
Stay tappin in with all of my hittas
Cause they all over the coast
Fresh off the plane
Tap in with Hen
Bet he pull up in a Benz
Feeling like Uzi
All of my friends
Is dead presidents
Out in Japan
Me and my mans
Running through Yen
All that I need
Family, money, some weed
Pussy, and bottles of Hen
Make up yo mind
You want the fame
Or want you a loaf
Stay on yo grind
And stay in yo lane
You can do both
1 of a kind
Probably the reason these bad bitches
Wanna gimme the throat
Dexter and Calvert
Raised up in Detroit nigga
Where them Choppas a blow
Taping in with my brother
That's Locked in the pin
He told me stay away from suckas
With no dividends
Shaking Fools, stacking blue face Benjamin's
On Fox 11 news in studio with Mack 10

If you turn up to the max
Gone and tap in
I wrap and ship, you get the pack
Gone and tap in
You like to make that money stack
Gone and tap in
If you ain't scared to pull the strap
Gone tap in

Tap in, No cap I been balling like the PAC 10
In the club tell promoters on the back end
I won't do the fuckin verse unless the racks there
Back in, no pat down boy I got the strap in
Catch me riding around the city with a Mack 10
West Coast, Im the new version of Mack 10
It aint bout that money I won't even show up
I done told my ex bish, I was gonna blow up
Now that bitch straight salty bout my fuckin glow up
Hating niggas I wont let em hit my fuckin roll up
I went from a Nissan to a fuckin Benzo
Now I'm with big snoop and we smoking Indo
Presidential Rolex nigga fuck a rental
Still be in the hood my homies got extendos
Let me slow it down for a minute I'm that nigga
If he run his mouth, Im gone tell them pull that trigga
I had hoes when my shirt size was triple X
Gotta say this RIP to XXX Hey

If you turn up to the max
Gone and tap in
I wrap and ship, you get the pack
Gone and tap in
You like to make that money stack
Gone and tap in
If you ain't scared to pull the strap
Gone tap in

When you land on that plane, You better tap in
Don't wanna lose your chain, You better tap in
Don't want that pistol at your, You better tap in
Cesta calle baby we about that action
Aint no caption when I say that I'm the plug
Before these bars look, all I knew was Drugs
All I knew was Bloods, all I knew was CUZ
But still a snach a model out the mother fuckin club
One foot in, One foot out that gotta change
Picture us successful, the Ghetto you can frame
FEDS in attendance then I could never sang
I'm out the kitchen cause I can't stand the flame
Glass house you know I took it off the frame
Woulda Got the Plug But you lame
You never been put on what you claim
You's a pussy boy I put that on the gang

Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid
Writer(s): Armand Douglas, Derek Bergheimer, JASON M WILKINSON