Tap 🫳 if You 🫵 Want 🤷

[Intro — lead enters over the rhythm; backing voices low] Soggy-head-ass excuse for competition, All that mouth, now you’re choking on admission. One-two coming, better get that guard up, You wanted this heat? Let the whole thing erupt. (let’s go) [Verse 1 — continuous rap; ad-libs trail behind] Hands flying fast, every word lands flush, Split-lip grin when the whole room erupts. (talk that shit) Leave red on the mic, put a dent in your pride, You brought a glass jaw and a ring-light vibe. Boss-fight mouth with a tutorial build, First hit landed, now your whole feed’s still. (buffering) All that aura talk, now you’re deep in the minus, NPC threats, couldn’t scare a damn virus. I’m bringing it hard, yeah, I’m laying it down, Your mom likes that shit. Said, “Come back with the crown.” (she said it) I’m a lover, not a fighter. I can do that too, Smoke your ass like this blunt, cough up my lighter, dude. You rehearsed that sneer, should’ve worked on the rhyme, Spent more on the pose than you spent on the lines. (all costume) Couldn’t buy a punchline if we all chipped in, Got a mouth full of threats and your chin tucked in. [Hook — lead keeps rapping; crew doubles selected words] It’s gonna hurt, it’s gonna sting for a minute, (sting for a minute) You’re gonna hate this shit ’cause I’m gonna win it. (gonna win it) You wanted this heat? L-F-G, bro, (let’s fucking go) Tap if you want, I ain’t letting go. (ain’t letting go) [Verse 2 — tighter pocket; heavier consonants] Goddamn, I don’t usually get this ugly, But your face looks like overtime rugby. (goddamn) Couldn’t be the sport. You’d need solid feet, And a spine that stays straight when somebody brings heat. Group-chat gangster, crash-out cosplay, Talk reckless all night, then fold in broad day. (folded) “Standing on business,” but you won’t stand still, Put your whole damn chest in that shit. Get real. You don’t faze me with those sad-ass lyrics, Shouldn’t waste a rhyme on your clearance-bin gimmicks. (bargain bin) All that build-up, then you stumbled through the middle, Your big fucking threat was a half-finished riddle. Now I’m dragging your verse by the scruff through the gravel, Every bar takes skin off that bullshit bravado. (drag it) You keep looking at your boys when the laughter begins, They’re watching you get cooked and pretending they’re friends. [Hook — thicker backing layers; no pause] It’s gonna hurt, it’s gonna sting for a minute, (sting for a minute) You’re gonna hate this shit ’cause I’m gonna win it. (gonna win it) You wanted this heat? L-F-G, bro, (let’s fucking go) Tap if you want, I ain’t letting go. (ain’t letting go) [Half-time breakdown — lead stays in motion; crew underneath] Boot-print bass, let it cave that chest, Every snare cracks teeth off your weak-ass threats. (crack) You got cooked in the pocket, got dragged by the hook, Now you’re begging for context. We heard what you took. Yellow in your belly, but you’re talking like a threat, Bet your whole damn name on a verse you forget. (where’d it go?) Bow your head, take the shame, Pick yourself up, bitch. This is the game. [Final Hook — full groove; crew rough and wide behind lead] It’s gonna hurt, it’s gonna sting for a minute, (sting for a minute) You’re gonna hate this shit ’cause I’m gonna win it. (gonna win it) You wanted this heat? L-F-G, bro, (let’s fucking go) Tap if you want, I ain’t letting go. (ain’t letting go) [Outro — rapped through the final drums] Your hype man’s nodding to my shit now, bro, Whole crew caught the rhythm while you lost the flow. (lost it) Keep the bruised ego. I got somewhere to go, Cough up my lighter, then get off the fucking floor. (cough it up)