Tap Dance Video (MV)

Yeah
I want racks, don't want no Cash App, where my cash at?
He ran up on us, he a dead man, make him tap dance
28's up in my backpack, making mad stacks
And my boys on the road, hope you can tell them I'm on one
I want racks, don't want no Cash App, where my cash at?
He ran up on us, he a dead man, make him tap dance
28's up in my backpack, making mad stacks
And my boys on the road, hope you can tell them I'm on one
Aye
Got the drop on em' like face off, we can play ball
223's will blow his face off, body take off
Got that propane mixed with napalm, if he can't stay calm
I'm the rap game hero, put my cape on
Truman Show, got the doors in the sky
Cause' the whip depressed lately, the doors suicide
And the top I took it off, too much on its mind
Driver's seat for my dreams, the clutch on my side
And yall niggas laid back, I could never recline
Cause you know I got the sauce you could never deny
And if they say my shit weak, I can tell it's a lie
Yeah, jealousy and envy, the evilest eyes
Nigga goodbye
I want racks, don't want no Cash App, where my cash at?
He ran up on us, he a dead man, make him tap dance
28's up in my backpack, making mad stacks
And my boys on the road, hope you can tell them I'm on one
I want racks, don't want no Cash App, where my cash at?
He ran up on us, he a dead man, make him tap dance
28's up in my backpack, making mad stacks
And my boys on the road, hope you can tell them I'm on one
No Cash App, I want cash in my hands (Hands)
Stretching for my racks I go silly with bands (Damn)
Intimidated cause' I made it, convene with your mans (Yeah)
Wrist dripping to my palm, I got time on my hands, yeah
They know what it means, to fiend, grinding to polish the scene
I want the cheese, timepiece drip from my wrist to my sleeve
I'm coming near, the air stained with the presence of fear
Drive and I steer and stay clear of my headlights and deer
Sit in a chair and stare, figures I see in the mirror
All of it here, I'm scared, know it could all disappear
Wiping my eyes, I swear, is it my drip or my tears?
Opaque mindset, but at night's when my conscience is cleared
I want racks, don't want no Cash App, where my cash at?
He ran up on us, he a dead man, make him tap dance
28's up in my backpack, making mad stacks
And my boys on the road, hope you can tell them I'm on one
I want racks, don't want no Cash App, where my cash at?
He ran up on us, he a dead man, make him tap dance
28's up in my backpack, making mad stacks
And my boys on the road, hope you can tell them I'm on one