Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NAV
NAV
Vocals
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Programming
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Westen Weiss
Westen Weiss
Songwriter
Navraj Singh Goraya
Navraj Singh Goraya
Songwriter
London Holmes
London Holmes
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
AMIR ESMAILIAN
AMIR ESMAILIAN
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Producer
Pro Logic
Pro Logic
Mixing Engineer
Shin Kamiyama
Shin Kamiyama
Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Westen Weiss
Westen Weiss
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm in London, got my beat from London
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
In the trap hangin' places that you can't go
Glock .40, he got smokey, yeah, the Draco
Thousand nights on that corner eatin' eggrolls
Bad bitch, Puerto Rican, look like J. Lo
Whoa, they tried to extort me, I ain't pay though
Only thing I gave 'em was a halo
Aye ho, Uber on the way, ho
Fuck her from the back, put my thumb all in her A-hole
I got bands, for real
Diamonds on me, they dance, for real
All these sticks and drums
Bangin' like we in a band, for real
I got cake, I stay humble
Know I'm the man, for real
I got hittas, we don't rumble
Tell your mans to chill
Yo, who mans is this?
Somebody come get this ****
All up in my session Instagrammin' shit
I be with some real hittas, they ain't with that camera shit
'Cause they really outchere in the field and they be slammin' shit
[Chorus]
Tap, tap
Tap, tap, tap
Givin' head taps, lead tat, tat, tats
They said that they were with it but it's cap, cap, cap (Cap)
Aimin' at your fitted, push it back, back, back (Back)
Whack, whack
Whack, whack, whack (Whack)
One phone call get you whack, whack, whacked (Brr)
Try to slap me, we gon' let it slap, slap, slap (Slap, slap)
Cross the line, it's too late, you can't take it back, back, back (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
They got my brother locked inside a cage (In a cage)
Take them shackles off his feet, he ain't a slave (Ain't a slave)
Growin' up in the hood you learn how to behave (Aye)
How we gon' learn to stack if we ain't got nothin' to save? (Save)
Got a new bad bitch got some work done on her butt (On her butt)
Gotta catch another flight as soon as I catch my nut (Catch my nut)
Just bein' honest, Meek was the first to show me love (Show me love)
And the first time that I seen a Maybach was with Cuz (Cuz)
Gettin' these bags, we might as well tell our opps what's up (It's up)
Got wedding bands but I still don't got a bitch to cuff
In every city I go they already know what's up (What's up)
I got these oysters, I could get straight to the plug
[Chorus]
Tap, tap, tap, tap
Givin' head taps, lead tat, tat, tats
They said that they were with it but it's cap, cap, cap (Cap)
Aimin' at your fitted, push it back, back, back (Back)
Whack, whack
Whack, whack, whack (Whack)
One phone call get you whack, whack, whacked (Brr)
Try to slap me, we gon' let it slap, slap, slap (Slap, slap)
Cross the line, it's too late you can't take it back, back, back (Yeah)
Written by: Navraj Singh Goraya, London Tyler Holmes, Robert Rihmeek Williams, Westen Weiss
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