Poppin' Tags

My bitch match my bag
My bitch match my jewelry (Slayer!)
Poppin' them tags everywhere (Everywhere)
In a coupe in Downtown Parish
I don't fuck with none of this pussy (Yuh!)
Let em talk, lil' bitch I'm a ghost (Ghost!)
I can't hang with none of them hoes (Woo!)
Lil' bitch that's how it goes (That's how it goes)

Poppin' tags (Ta-, tags)
Several bags (Bags)
Poppin' tags (Ta-, tags)
Several flags (Flags)
In the truck, trynna skrrt, oh yeah (Yeah!)
Undercover on that bitch, oh yeah (Oh yeah!)
BB Simons on her jeans, oh yeah (Oh yeah, BB Simons)

Lil' bitch she fuck with the opps (What?!)
Lil' bitch she fuck with the cops
And she trynna flex on me, what's next
And she trynna flex on me, what's next
And I can't lie no more, bitch I'm doing this shit for a long time (Long time)
I talk to a baddy from the east
Even my relations 'came overseas (Woo!)
Party in a mad house with hella weed
In my black leather fit like it's Halloween
And I know what's next when she off the bean (Off the molly, the molly)
I pop me a tag while you poppin' some X
I pop me a bill while you're sniffing her ass
Everyday I make music, bitch I feel so blessed (Bitch I feel so blessed)
Yeaah! (Yeaah)
Wake up, feeling different (Different!)
Bitch I'm a new man
Vlone on my body (He carry!)
And this shit brand new man (Ooh)
And you know, (Yeah), that-

My bitch match my bag
My bitch match my jewelry (Jewelry!)
Poppin' them tags everywhere (Everywhere)
In a coupe in Downtown Parish (Uh-uh)
I don't fuck with none of this pussy (Mhm)
Let em talk, lil' bitch I'm a ghost (Yeah)
I can't hang with none of them hoes
Lil' bitch that's how it goes (Yeaah, slayer!)

Poppin' tags
Several bags (Bags)
Poppin' tags (Ta-, tags)
Several flags (Yo!)
In the truck, trynna skrrt, oh yeah (Oh yeah!)
Undercover on that bitch, oh yeah
BB Simons on her jeans, oh yeah (Oh yeah, slayer!)



Credits
Writer(s): Dorian Dani
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