Tag Me In
(You know what I'm on)
(You know what I'm on, you know what I'm on)
(You know what I'm on)
Speak on gangsta shit you gotta tag me in
Okay, she wanna fuck a gangsta gotta bring a friend
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Niggas always talkin bout that they gon merk sum
I went and checked your background you never dirt nothing
If you dont look me in your eyes your words ain't worth nothing
I can see it in your eyes you never work nothing
Face shot, black block, I'mma make his body jump
Ask around uptown we put niggas on a shirt
Might spin through that north and hit a freak right on 31st
I be lowkey chilling but these niggas know I fuckin work
Okay, first they send a diss and then a dirt killa
5-56's dress em up before the hearse come
This ain't for fun I call him killa cause he earned one
He say that switch'll make it spit just like a nerf gun
He said it's up don't give a fuck I tell 'em bet sum
Fuck a chain bitch it better have on teflon
My lil dog he be stepping that's my stepson
I need to check the lost and found I done left something
For real
Speak on gangsta shit you gotta tag me in
Okay, she wanna fuck a gangsta gotta bring a friend
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Niggas always talking about that they gon merk sum
I went and checked your background you never dirt nothing
If you don't look me in your eyes your words ain't worth nothing
I can see it in your eyes you never work nothing
Clutching on my steel, pop a pill, need to feel
Baby got some back could fuck around and be my real
Bitch tell ya old man get off the net get in the field
She just wanna fuck a real nigga with a kill
Niggas like to talk but they ain't never did a drill
Say you really thugging come and show me how you live
Bitch I'm from that boot could give a fuck bout how you feel
I don't do the rap beef so if you diss go make a will
I get the drop I finish you I get it done won't leave a clue
He say he gon bang who? Die is what you finna do
Talking real spicy make me knock your fucking noodle loose
I'mma see you soon just keep my name up out your interviews
Speak on gangsta shit you gotta tag me in
Okay, she wanna fuck a gangsta gotta bring a friend
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Niggas always talking about that they gon merk something
I went and checked your background you never dirt nothing
If you don't look me in your eyes your words ain't worth nothing
I could see it in your eyes you never work nothing, okay
(You know what I'm on, you know what I'm on)
(You know what I'm on)
Speak on gangsta shit you gotta tag me in
Okay, she wanna fuck a gangsta gotta bring a friend
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Niggas always talkin bout that they gon merk sum
I went and checked your background you never dirt nothing
If you dont look me in your eyes your words ain't worth nothing
I can see it in your eyes you never work nothing
Face shot, black block, I'mma make his body jump
Ask around uptown we put niggas on a shirt
Might spin through that north and hit a freak right on 31st
I be lowkey chilling but these niggas know I fuckin work
Okay, first they send a diss and then a dirt killa
5-56's dress em up before the hearse come
This ain't for fun I call him killa cause he earned one
He say that switch'll make it spit just like a nerf gun
He said it's up don't give a fuck I tell 'em bet sum
Fuck a chain bitch it better have on teflon
My lil dog he be stepping that's my stepson
I need to check the lost and found I done left something
For real
Speak on gangsta shit you gotta tag me in
Okay, she wanna fuck a gangsta gotta bring a friend
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Niggas always talking about that they gon merk sum
I went and checked your background you never dirt nothing
If you don't look me in your eyes your words ain't worth nothing
I can see it in your eyes you never work nothing
Clutching on my steel, pop a pill, need to feel
Baby got some back could fuck around and be my real
Bitch tell ya old man get off the net get in the field
She just wanna fuck a real nigga with a kill
Niggas like to talk but they ain't never did a drill
Say you really thugging come and show me how you live
Bitch I'm from that boot could give a fuck bout how you feel
I don't do the rap beef so if you diss go make a will
I get the drop I finish you I get it done won't leave a clue
He say he gon bang who? Die is what you finna do
Talking real spicy make me knock your fucking noodle loose
I'mma see you soon just keep my name up out your interviews
Speak on gangsta shit you gotta tag me in
Okay, she wanna fuck a gangsta gotta bring a friend
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Niggas always talking about that they gon merk something
I went and checked your background you never dirt nothing
If you don't look me in your eyes your words ain't worth nothing
I could see it in your eyes you never work nothing, okay
Credits
Writer(s): Fredrick Ii Givens, Simone Di Franco, Marley Cadigan
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