Tyler, The Creator - Don’t Tap That Glass / Tweakin lyrics

[Part I: "Don't Tap That Glass"]

[Intro]
Ayy
Huh, uh
Ayy, uh, ayy, uh, ayy, uh

[Coro]
Don't tap that glass, don't tap that glass
Don't tap that glass, don't tap that glass
There's a monster in it, don't tap that glass (Bro)
Don't tap that glass, baby (Bro), don't tap that glass (Huh)
Don't tap that glass (Baby), don't tap that glass (Baby)
Don't tap that glass, nigga, don't tap that glass
There's a monster in it, don't tap that glass (Nigga, nigga)
Don't tap that glass, baby, don't tap—

[Parte 1]
Bling, bling, bling, bling, baow
Michael Jordan eyes, neck yellow, look like bing, baow
If it's feeling weird, pull the beam out 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 B*tch in LA, I done had
Got the F40 on the 405 throwing ass
Brodie got his B*tch took, brodie got his head bust
Brodie got his chain snatched, brodie must be fed up (Nigga)
We told you, you aingt wanna listеn
Now you looking like a victim

[Refrain]
Bring it back, bring it back, we back it up (Uh)
Nigga, get a stack, spеnd a stack, we stack it up (Uh)
Niggas talking down on the squad, we turn it up (Uh)
Nigga, honestly, baby, I don't give a f*ck

[Coro]
Don't tap that glass, don't tap that glass
Don't tap that glass, nigga, don't tap that glass
There's a monster in it, rah-tah-tah-tah
Don't tap that glass, 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, don't tap that glass
There's a monster in it, don't tap that glass (Nigga, nigga)
Don't tap that— what the damn— bro

[Parte 2]
Nigga said I lost touch with the regular folks (Shit)
I aingt never been regular, you niggas is jokes (Funny)
What that vest gon' do, boy? I aim at the throat (Damn)
Got a pocket full of snot, but your spirit is broke, like (B*tch)
Forty-nine, still in the street, like (B*tch)
Your prostate exam in a week, like (B*tch)
Nigga shot my bomb off the hate
I got hugs in my home, B*tch, I cannot relate, ugh
Hey, baby wanna know what I might do
That's about nine inches long if I like you
You can get a workout, not in the gym, B*tch
You aingt gotta lie, we can smell the Ozempic
[Refrain]
Bring it back, bring it back, we back it up (Uh)
Nigga, get a stack, spend a stack, we stack it up (Uh)
Niggas talking down on the squad, we turn it up (Uh)
Nigga, honestly, baby, I don't give a f*ck

[Outro]
Don't tap the glass

[Part II: "Tweaking"]

[Intro]
Bro
Bro
Call my mama, nigga
Bro
Huh, huh

[Coro]
B*tch, I'm tweaking, huh, huh
B*tch, I'm tweaking, huh, huh
B*tch, I'm tweaking, huh, huh
Bro, I'm tweaking, huh, huh
Catch your breath, B*tch
Catch your breath, B*tch
Catch your breath, B*tch (Nigga)
Catch your breath, B*tch

[Parte]
Bro, I'm tripping, toes tied
Call my mama, 4-5
Six nights at Crypto
Shit, I should have did SoFi
I'm an old soul, I'm a .38 Special
Feel like Detroit Red 'fore he went Mecca
Black girl prom-night hair, I'll press you
Shit going up like granny blood pressure
About that guap, about that guap
About that guap, about cha-ching
About that guap, about that guap
About that bread, about chili
Feel like Slick Rick, neck look like when you stare in the sun too goddamn long
I f*cked her and her friend, her friend, her nigga, and his B*tch, I know I'm wrong (Goddamn)
Ten (Uh), twenty (Uh), thirty (Uh)
Forty (Uh), fifty (Uh), tickets (Uh), on me (Uh)
I'm in Atlanta with both off Peachtree
Baby-blue Bimmer go beep-beep
I'm not really pussy, I'm feet, feet
That thriller right on me like hee-hee

[Coro]
Tweaking, huh, huh
B*tch, I'm tweaking, huh, huh (Funky-ass B*tch)
B*tch, I'm tweaking, huh, huh
B*tch, I'm ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Catch your breath, B*tch
Catch your breath, B*tch
Catch your breath, B*tch
Catch your breath, B*tch

[Outro]
B*tch, I'm tweaking