Tag
Yeah I'm not gon lie, Jay Stazks and I 'bout to kill this
(Just a little some some, just a little some some, just a little some some)
P-Trill, or should I be Mr. Wrong Song for this one? (Mm, hehe, hehehe)
Ha, let's get it (Yeah, just a little some some)
On dick? Yeah we need that to stop (Ahh)
Ns want smoke? For my mans, I'ma pop (Yeah)
It snap and it crackle until ns drop
He'll seize up with Harlem Shakes, I let it rock
Drippity drip, but I'm throwin' that fire
Might be bipolar, I stay undecided
Shawty on me, make her sing like a choir
Holla at beats, no hitman get me hired
I'm outta my mind, snappin' (Boom)
Turtle, these ns be small, fragment (Uh huh)
Perfectin' my craft, practice (Yeah yeah)
She likin' my swag, it's the fabric
Heart colder than South Dakota
Just wanna be rich, no Porter (Ha)
Goin' dumb like out of order (Yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
I want energy—Nah nah (Switch it up now)
Straight outta C.C.
All about my work like RiRi (Yeah yeah)
Shinin' brighter than them VV's (Uh huh)
Ladies love me like Kiki (Ha)
I meant Cool J, I'm stupid (Yeah yeah)
Nigga 'bout to go dumb, clueless
(Cold what?) Cold blooded like lizards, ruthless
This the fruit of my trainin', I'm lucid
With creed I kill beats, no assassin (No assassin)
Flow sick, could you pass me a napkin? (Bow bow)
Smooth shit for your mind, like aspirin
Jay Stazks, ready for the tag in? (Let's get it)
I got tagged, I ain't fuckin' with that gay shit (Uh huh)
In the 'Rari and I'm swervin' in the lane, bitch (Mm)
Sippin' water, got imported from my main bitch (Mmm)
Stack it up, now I'm prayin' that I get rich
Pussy niggas ain't valid in my bank, bitch (Nah)
Saint Laurent while I'm tubbin' in the bank, bitch (Uh huh)
On my grind, I ain't fuckin' with that lame bitch (Nah)
On my grind, I ain't fuckin' with that lame bitch (Uh uh)
I just got a new pack and I cook it up (Cook it up, cook it up)
(Uh, uh huh) Shorty hop on the dick, like it's Double Dutch (Double Dutch)
I just dropped a little pill in double cup (Yeah yeah)
Ns hate and on dick 'cause I stack it up (Uh huh, ahh)
And I came with a choppa, don't mean to buzz (Ahh ahh)
And she like how I move with my double cup
I got tagged and I hope I don't fuck up
I got tagged and I hope I don't fuck up
All my life, I was chasin' the dirty bucks (Uh huh)
In the truck, where I hold all the dirty guns (Yeah yeah)
Hold my dick, yeah I know that it weight a ton (Bing bow)
In this game, yeah I know I already won (I already won)
Nah (Heheheh)
This nigga just shitted, I'm not even gon' lie
Nah we off this though
We outta here (You know how we rock na)
(Just a little some some, just a little some some, just a little some some)
P-Trill, or should I be Mr. Wrong Song for this one? (Mm, hehe, hehehe)
Ha, let's get it (Yeah, just a little some some)
On dick? Yeah we need that to stop (Ahh)
Ns want smoke? For my mans, I'ma pop (Yeah)
It snap and it crackle until ns drop
He'll seize up with Harlem Shakes, I let it rock
Drippity drip, but I'm throwin' that fire
Might be bipolar, I stay undecided
Shawty on me, make her sing like a choir
Holla at beats, no hitman get me hired
I'm outta my mind, snappin' (Boom)
Turtle, these ns be small, fragment (Uh huh)
Perfectin' my craft, practice (Yeah yeah)
She likin' my swag, it's the fabric
Heart colder than South Dakota
Just wanna be rich, no Porter (Ha)
Goin' dumb like out of order (Yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
I want energy—Nah nah (Switch it up now)
Straight outta C.C.
All about my work like RiRi (Yeah yeah)
Shinin' brighter than them VV's (Uh huh)
Ladies love me like Kiki (Ha)
I meant Cool J, I'm stupid (Yeah yeah)
Nigga 'bout to go dumb, clueless
(Cold what?) Cold blooded like lizards, ruthless
This the fruit of my trainin', I'm lucid
With creed I kill beats, no assassin (No assassin)
Flow sick, could you pass me a napkin? (Bow bow)
Smooth shit for your mind, like aspirin
Jay Stazks, ready for the tag in? (Let's get it)
I got tagged, I ain't fuckin' with that gay shit (Uh huh)
In the 'Rari and I'm swervin' in the lane, bitch (Mm)
Sippin' water, got imported from my main bitch (Mmm)
Stack it up, now I'm prayin' that I get rich
Pussy niggas ain't valid in my bank, bitch (Nah)
Saint Laurent while I'm tubbin' in the bank, bitch (Uh huh)
On my grind, I ain't fuckin' with that lame bitch (Nah)
On my grind, I ain't fuckin' with that lame bitch (Uh uh)
I just got a new pack and I cook it up (Cook it up, cook it up)
(Uh, uh huh) Shorty hop on the dick, like it's Double Dutch (Double Dutch)
I just dropped a little pill in double cup (Yeah yeah)
Ns hate and on dick 'cause I stack it up (Uh huh, ahh)
And I came with a choppa, don't mean to buzz (Ahh ahh)
And she like how I move with my double cup
I got tagged and I hope I don't fuck up
I got tagged and I hope I don't fuck up
All my life, I was chasin' the dirty bucks (Uh huh)
In the truck, where I hold all the dirty guns (Yeah yeah)
Hold my dick, yeah I know that it weight a ton (Bing bow)
In this game, yeah I know I already won (I already won)
Nah (Heheheh)
This nigga just shitted, I'm not even gon' lie
Nah we off this though
We outta here (You know how we rock na)
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Writer(s): Paul Medford
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