Don’t Tap That Glass / Tweakin’ Lyrics – Tyler, The Creator

Read the full Don’t Tap That Glass / Tweakin’ lyrics by Tyler and The Creator along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Tyler’s music, you can also explore Don’t You Worry Baby and I’ll Take Care of You, two other songs by Tyler.

[Part I: Don’t Tap That Glass]

[Intro: Tyler The Creator]
Ayy
Hm, uh
Ayy, uh
Ayy, uh
Ayy, uh

[Chorus: Tyler The Creator]
Don’t tap that glass, don’t tap that glass
Don’t tap that glass, n!gga (Hey), d-don’t tap that glass

There’s a monster in it, don’t tap that glass (Bro)
Don’t tap that glass (Bro), baby, don’t tap that glass (Huh)
Don’t tap that glass (Baby), don’t tap that glass (Baby)
Don’t tap that glass, n!gga (Hey), don’t tap that glass
There’s a monster in it, don’t tap that glass
Don’t tap that glass, baby, don’t tap— bling, bling, bling, bling, baow

[Verse 1: Tyler The Creator]
Michael Jordan eyes, neck yellow look like bing, baow
If it’s feeling weird, put a big mouth like bing, baow
King Kong, baby, chow down on that Me-Mow
All these n!ggas wanna be me now
So much snot in my pocket, bro, I need a tissue
N!ggas think they rolling stone, we can press the issue
Every curly hair b!tch in LA out of hand
Got the F-40 on the 405, throwing ass
Brodie got his b!tch took, brodie got his head bust
Brodie got his chain snatched, brodie we be fed up (N!gga)
We told you, you ain’t wanna listen (Told you)
Now you looking like a victim (You, victim)

[Refrain: Tyler The Creator & Baby Keem]
Bring it back, bring it back, we back it up
N!gga, get a stack, spend a stack, we stack it up (Uh)
N!ggas talking down on the squad, we turn it up (Uh)

N!gga, honestly, baby, I don’t give a fu*k

[Chorus: Tyler The Creator]
Don’t tap that glass, don’t tap that glass
Don’t tap that glass, n!gga (Hey), don’t tap that glass
There’s a monster in it, rah-tah-tah-tah
Don’t tap that glass, baby, tap that glass, huh
Don’t tap that glass, don’t tap that glass
Don’t tap that glass, n!gga (Hey), don’t tap that glass
There’s a monster in it, don’t tap that glass
Don’t tap that— what the damn- bro

[Verse 2: Tyler The Creator]
N!gga said I lost touch with the regular folks (S*it)
I ain’t never been regular, you n!ggas is jokes
Put that vest on, boot boy, aim at the throat
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)
N!gga shot my b0mb off the hate
I got hugs in my home, b!tch, I cannot relate, ugh
Ayy, baby, wanna know what I might do?
That’s about nine inches long if I like you
You can get a work out, not in the gym, b!tch
You ain’t gotta lie, we can smell the Ozempic

[Refrain: Tyler The Creator]
Bring it back, bring it back, we back it up
N!gga, get a stack, spend a stack, we stack it up
N!ggas talking down on the squad, we turn it up
N!gga, honestly, baby, I don’t give a fu*k

[Outro: Tyler The Creator]
Don’t tap the glass

[Part II: Tweaking]

[Intro: Tyler The Creator]
Ha
Ha
Haha
Ha
Bro
Bro
Call my mama, n!gga
Bro
Ha, ha
Ha, ha
Huh, huh

[Chorus: Tyler The Creator]
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

[Verse: Tyler The Creator]
Know I’m tripping, toes tied
Call my mama 4’5
Six nights at Crypto
S*it, I should have did So-Fi
I’m old soul, I’m a 38 Special
Feel like a trick, red 41 mecha
Black on prime and here I pressure
S*it going up like gritty love pressure
About that guap, about that guap
About that guap, about cha-ching
About that guap, about that guap
About that bread, about your leaf
Feeling like Slick Rick
Neck look like you staring to the sun for too goddamn long
I fu*ked her, her friend, her friend
Her n!gga and his b!tch, I know I’m wrong (Goddamn)

[Pre-Chorus: Tyler The Creator]
Mm, ten (Uh)
Twenty (Uh), thirty (Uh)
Forty (Uh), fifty (Uh)
Tickets (Uh), on me (Uh)
I’m in Atlanta with both peach tree
Maybe glue beam, I go beep, beep
I’m not really pu*sy, I’m feet, feet
That thrill is right on me like hee, hee

[Chorus: Tyler The Creator]
Tweaking, huh, huh (Funky-ass b!tch)
B!tch, I’m tweaking, huh, huh
B!tch, I’m tweaking, huh, huh
B!tch, I’m, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Catch your breath, b!tch
Catch your breath, b!tch
Catch your breath, b!tch
Catch your breath, b!tch
B!tch, I’m tweaking