Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

We tapping in like a touch screen, I’m such seen, as a rapping friend but I much been, more than that, I’m sure to be at your pick up game, flicking shit like Dame, my claim is flame, I bring the pain so yo no crutch then, from my spitting tongue, I been in fun meetings in the hot tub, I got dub everywhere I lay my heavy player, ‘tude in, I’m protruding in ya house, try to chase me out I hide in holes, l’m like a mouse, erase me Tom? I’m Jerry, my rhyme ferry sick, he based since his Mom did carry his soul out and stick the landing, I’m standing a gymnast like Biles, him list his idols as ‘Pac and shout out the leader of the ROC, Hov, the heater in me is back, we know, shout out Lil Bitchass Misdemeanor, this a fiending to be legend, me and my brethren, keep deep like the reverend.

(Lil Bitchass Misdemeanor verse)

shouts out a hype bitch you know we're up
youll meet the end of my glock
leave you with more holes than spongebob

i just heard your shit man it sounds like slop
im with the bros n you know we're makin bops
pull up to the spot n bitch we're smokin up
i'm number one i'm no runner up

im w my bitch im prayin she dont leave me
never thought id see all this cash in 3d
i'm sippin on dirty arizona sweet tea
leave you dead in camp iwannapeepee

smokin on this loud bitch it got me in a haze
everyone hated now they cant help but praise
i aint a small fry im major league like faze
a hype got all these bitches in a craze

Tapping In (Feat. Lil Bitchass Misdemeanor) (Prod. patweekc)

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Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

Yo, eating some chicken tenders, heating up the stuff stupendous, is the guy behind the register, yes sir he be the bestest. Licking all the sauce of course, picking spice so nice, it cost is coming with the meal deal, summing it up, the cup of ill, water, it slaughter anything hotter than the man can handle, I’m talking Mad Chicken, glad I’m kicking it from there, I stand o’vo’ the food and think with my drink, where we be colder than an ice rink, be bolder or ya sink, if ya hold up, ya could miss, don’t think, just do, trust you, give it a shot, live it or not, take a chance on you, the chants they do try to pursue, but you know who you is, I’m Hype, the type to celebrate. Milwaukee be the place, still talking up in the face and down to the shoes, my every move I drown in the ooze from resounding proves, I don’t say it to spray it I mean it, I seen shit tear me apart, wearing my heart on my sleeve will get you that, but I don’t regret it at all, I won’t let it become my down fall, is ya dumb? Thinking I will stall, linking to kill all of my demons inside, with my therapist, clear is the tide, turning my way, I’m learning by day, I control my ocean, Poseidon has motion, still glidin’ despite the wave, reciting the light that save, me is to Keep Ya Head Up, never let up, through every dark night, a better day after that, but back to eating the chicken tenders right, beating from the drum is splendid aight, I strung my tongue now go get ascended, right.

Tapping In (Feat. Lil Bitchass Misdemeanor) (Prod. patweekc)

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