Dior Tags (feat. Jaefoonocap)
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2.0
Naw this ain't call of duty
But my niggas got red beams like laser tag
And we gone keep em mad
I'm stepping on they all of they necks like door mats
Bitch I came from the grass
Now I'm like Ethika
Cause I'm on yo ass
This a Versace rag
I'm popping Dior tags
My bitch she bad she naturally fine her face too pretty
(Bitch too fine)
The opps stay mad
But we keep stepping
I won't show no pitty
(Bitch ass nigga ion give a fuck)
These choppers is loaded
Hollows they holding
Beam on the top
My stick ain't no folding
Perc got me rolling
Tryna stay focused
I'm sober right now
Just wait till I'm on it
Bitch came in late
Fuck in the morning
Yellow Balenci fit
Looking like corn
You ain't getting no money
If you ain't touring
Unless you got work in the foreign
Pop me a X
Fuck her like porn
I chase a check
Like bitch where you going
Bitch I'm a boss
She call me annoying
I'm fixing her up
My main bitch she going
I'm a big dawg
You niggas lil bro
I'm a big gangsta
You just a hoe
I hit for some money
Imma get a new pole
Say he wanna kill me
I let it show
Bitch don't get scared
Just play yo roll
Them folks come get us
The talking a no
Get you some money
Fuck on these hoes
You play us like hoe
Then we let you know
Naw this ain't call of duty
But my niggas got red beams like laser tag
And we gone keep em mad
I'm stepping on they all of they necks like door mats
Bitch I came from the grass
Now I'm like Ethika
Cause I'm on yo ass
This a Versace rag
I'm popping Dior tags
Boy I'm on yo ass
We got a chopper
And it sit by the door mat
I'm in the coach chat
Nowhere close man
I'm with the weed man
Blow gas like Cheech Chang
We hop out it's the party
It's lit in the suite man
Go
Go
Go
I spot em I go and I get em
Put his ass in the pocket
He little like skittle
Yeah I'm off of the gas
Bitch I'm up in the air
Air it out
Can't talk but I hear you
I walk in the club
The gas sit up
But damn you can still fucking hear it
We up in the club
She flirt with a nigga
Chill out bitch
Don't take me serious
They chilling and cooling
My youngins
They up in the back
And they spotted some jewelry
(They spotted some jewelry)
Naw this ain't
Naw naw this ain't
Naw this ain't
Naw this ain't call of duty
But my niggas got red beams like laser tag
And we gone keep em mad
I'm stepping on they all of they necks like door mats
Bitch I came from the grass
Now I'm like Ethika
Cause I'm on yo ass
This a Versace rag
I'm popping Dior tags
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2.0
Naw this ain't call of duty
But my niggas got red beams like laser tag
And we gone keep em mad
I'm stepping on they all of they necks like door mats
Bitch I came from the grass
Now I'm like Ethika
Cause I'm on yo ass
This a Versace rag
I'm popping Dior tags
My bitch she bad she naturally fine her face too pretty
(Bitch too fine)
The opps stay mad
But we keep stepping
I won't show no pitty
(Bitch ass nigga ion give a fuck)
These choppers is loaded
Hollows they holding
Beam on the top
My stick ain't no folding
Perc got me rolling
Tryna stay focused
I'm sober right now
Just wait till I'm on it
Bitch came in late
Fuck in the morning
Yellow Balenci fit
Looking like corn
You ain't getting no money
If you ain't touring
Unless you got work in the foreign
Pop me a X
Fuck her like porn
I chase a check
Like bitch where you going
Bitch I'm a boss
She call me annoying
I'm fixing her up
My main bitch she going
I'm a big dawg
You niggas lil bro
I'm a big gangsta
You just a hoe
I hit for some money
Imma get a new pole
Say he wanna kill me
I let it show
Bitch don't get scared
Just play yo roll
Them folks come get us
The talking a no
Get you some money
Fuck on these hoes
You play us like hoe
Then we let you know
Naw this ain't call of duty
But my niggas got red beams like laser tag
And we gone keep em mad
I'm stepping on they all of they necks like door mats
Bitch I came from the grass
Now I'm like Ethika
Cause I'm on yo ass
This a Versace rag
I'm popping Dior tags
Boy I'm on yo ass
We got a chopper
And it sit by the door mat
I'm in the coach chat
Nowhere close man
I'm with the weed man
Blow gas like Cheech Chang
We hop out it's the party
It's lit in the suite man
Go
Go
Go
I spot em I go and I get em
Put his ass in the pocket
He little like skittle
Yeah I'm off of the gas
Bitch I'm up in the air
Air it out
Can't talk but I hear you
I walk in the club
The gas sit up
But damn you can still fucking hear it
We up in the club
She flirt with a nigga
Chill out bitch
Don't take me serious
They chilling and cooling
My youngins
They up in the back
And they spotted some jewelry
(They spotted some jewelry)
Naw this ain't
Naw naw this ain't
Naw this ain't
Naw this ain't call of duty
But my niggas got red beams like laser tag
And we gone keep em mad
I'm stepping on they all of they necks like door mats
Bitch I came from the grass
Now I'm like Ethika
Cause I'm on yo ass
This a Versace rag
I'm popping Dior tags
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Writer(s): Davonte Williams
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