Lyrics Don't Tap That Glass / Tweakin' - Tyler, The Creator

Ay
Hm, uh
Ay, uh
Ay, uh
Ay, uh

Don't tap that glass, don't tap that glass
Don't tap that glass, nigga (hey), d-don't tap that glass
There's a monster in it, don't tap that glass (bro)
Don't tap that glass (bro), baby, don't tap that glass (huh)
Don't tap that glass (baby), don't tap that glass (baby)
Don't tap that glass, nigga (hey), don't tap that glass
There's a monster in it, don't tap that glass
Don't tap that glass, baby, don't tap-, bling, bling, bling, bling, baow

Michael Jordan eyes, neck yellow look like bing, baow
If it's feelin' weird, put a big mouth like bing, baow
King Kong, baby, chow down on that Me-Mow
All these niggas wanna be me now
So much snot in my pocket, bro, I need a tissue
Niggas think they rolling stone, we can press the issue
Every curly hair bitch in LA out of hand
Got the F-40 on the 405, throwing ass

Brodie got his bitch took, brodie got his head bust
Brodie got his chain snatched, brodie we be fed up (nigga)
We told you, you ain't wanna listen (told you)
Now you lookin' like a victim (you, victim)

Bring it back, bring it back, we back it up
Nigga, get a stack, spend a stack, we stack it up (uh)
Niggas talkin' down on the squad, we turn it up (uh)
Nigga, honestly, baby, I don't give a fuck

Don't tap that glass, don't tap that glass
Don't tap that glass, nigga (hey), don't tap that glass
There's a monster in it, rah-tah-tah-tah
Don't tap that glass, baby, tap that glass, huh
Don't tap that glass, don't tap that glass
Don't tap that glass, nigga (hey), don't tap that glass
There's a monster in it, don't tap that glass
Don't tap that-, what the damn-, bro

Nigga said I lost touch with the regular folks (shit)
I ain't never been regular, you niggas is jokes
Put that vest on, boot boy, aim at the throat
Got a pocket full of snot, but your spirit is broke, like (bitch)
49, still in the street, like (bitch)
Your prostate exam in a week, like (bitch)
Nigga shot my bomb off the hate
I got hugs in my home, bitch, I cannot relate, ugh

Ay, baby, wanna know what I might do?
That's about nine inches long if I like you
You can get a work out, not in the gym, bitch
You ain't gotta lie, we can smell the Ozempic

Bring it back, bring it back, we back it up
Nigga, get a stack, spend a stack, we stack it up
Niggas talkin' down on the squad, we turn it up
Nigga, honestly, baby, I don't give a fuck

Don't tap the glass

Ha
Ha
Ha
Bro
Bro
Call my mama, nigga
Bro
Ha, ha
Ha, ha
Huh, huh

Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huh
Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huh
Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huh
Bro, I'm tweakin', huh, huh
Catch your breath, bitch
Catch your breath, bitch
Catch your breath, bitch
Catch your breath, bitch

Know I'm trippin', toes tied
Call my mama 4'5
Six nights at Crypto
Shit, I should have did So-Fi
I'm old soul, I'm a 38 Special
Feel like a trick, red 41 mecha
Black on prime and here I pressure
Shit goin' up like gritty love pressure

About that guap, about that guap
About that guap, about cha-ching
About that guap, about that guap
About that bread, about your leaf
Feelin' like Slick Rick
Neck look like you starin' to the sun for too goddamn long
I fucked her, her friend, her friend
Her nigga and his bitch, I know I'm wrong (goddamn)

Mm, ten (uh)
20 (uh), 30 (uh)
40 (uh), 50 (uh)
Tickets (uh), on me (uh)
I'm in Atlanta with both peach tree
Maybe glue beam, I go beep, beep
I'm not really pussy, I'm feet, feet
That thrill is right on me like hee, hee

Tweakin', huh, huh (funky-ass bitch)
Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huh
Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huh
Bitch, I'm, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Catch your breath, bitch
Catch your breath, bitch
Catch your breath, bitch
Catch your breath, bitch
Bitch, I'm tweakin'