Check the Tag
Aye
Feeling sad shawty, know she bad don't she
Got me bad, bad, why you gettin' mad shawty (Gettin' mad)
Check the tag, I got Gucci Louis bags on me (Yeah)
They know that, that, we the perfect match shawty (Yeah, yeah)
Feeling sad shawty, know she bad don't she
Got me bad, bad, why you gettin' mad shawty (Gettin' mad)
Check the tag, I got Gucci Louis bags on me (Yeah)
They know that, that, we the perfect match shawty
(Brrrt)
We ain't talkin' flags on me (Wait, what)
Ucci with the Gucci bags homie (Gucci bags)
My bit' thick, she put that ass on me, huh (Put that ass on me)
Smokin' gas only (Uh)
And she's dads only (Yeah)
(Yeah)
Nervous round' me
Cause they heard about me
Got a crew around me
All they do is doubt me like woah
Two bands when I spit right
Pull up and you know I sell white
Trappin' every day every night
Gucci with the Louis alright
Gucci with the Louis alright
Pull up with the strap alright
Feeling sad shawty, know she bad don't she
Got me bad, bad, why you gettin' mad shawty (Gettin' mad)
Check the tag, I got Gucci Louis bags on me (Yeah)
They know that, that, we the perfect match shawty (Yeah, yeah)
Feeling sad shawty, know she bad don't she
Got me bad, bad, why you gettin' mad shawty (Gettin' mad)
Check the tag, I got Gucci Louis bags on me (Yeah)
They know that, that, we the perfect match shawty
Feeling sad shawty, know she bad don't she
Got me bad, bad, why you gettin' mad shawty (Gettin' mad)
Check the tag, I got Gucci Louis bags on me (Yeah)
They know that, that, we the perfect match shawty (Yeah, yeah)
Feeling sad shawty, know she bad don't she
Got me bad, bad, why you gettin' mad shawty (Gettin' mad)
Check the tag, I got Gucci Louis bags on me (Yeah)
They know that, that, we the perfect match shawty
(Brrrt)
We ain't talkin' flags on me (Wait, what)
Ucci with the Gucci bags homie (Gucci bags)
My bit' thick, she put that ass on me, huh (Put that ass on me)
Smokin' gas only (Uh)
And she's dads only (Yeah)
(Yeah)
Nervous round' me
Cause they heard about me
Got a crew around me
All they do is doubt me like woah
Two bands when I spit right
Pull up and you know I sell white
Trappin' every day every night
Gucci with the Louis alright
Gucci with the Louis alright
Pull up with the strap alright
Feeling sad shawty, know she bad don't she
Got me bad, bad, why you gettin' mad shawty (Gettin' mad)
Check the tag, I got Gucci Louis bags on me (Yeah)
They know that, that, we the perfect match shawty (Yeah, yeah)
Feeling sad shawty, know she bad don't she
Got me bad, bad, why you gettin' mad shawty (Gettin' mad)
Check the tag, I got Gucci Louis bags on me (Yeah)
They know that, that, we the perfect match shawty
Credits
Writer(s): Trae Flenady
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