Peep the Tag
Did you peep the tag
Pull up wit ten bitches on my
Pull up wit ten
Whoo
You ain't gotta record (Splash)
It's Splishy
Leggo
Aye did you peep the tag
Pull up with ten bitches on my dick
And I ain't have to brag
See me with nobody on these riches
Used to be the rags
Don't talk to them federales
They used to be on my ass
Young nigga dun grown up
I dun got back on my shit
Only fuck with model bitches
They look cute when they kiss tip
How you slide with safety clip
Nobody know you on that shit
Got bodies on this thirty clip
Mo' bodies than a nasty bitch
You got hit up in yo shit
Now you look like Ronda Rousey
If a nigga looking for me
Best believe he prolly found me
I dun did some dirt
And never ended up in the fuckin' county
She gone give me head and she don't like
When nobody around me
Just pulled up Porsche 9-11
Watch just how these towers fall
And she ambidextrous
She know just how to dribble balls
Behind the back like John Wall
Shoot in her face like Chris Paul
Even tho you broke won't diss y'all
I know I dun left y'all pissed off
We dun pulled up Range Rover
We might pull up Audi
And the way a nigga scoring points
I know they just might scout me
And the way I fuck that white bitch
I just know that she gone house me
How I give her dick
She gone know it's never lousy
Splash, splash, aye
Did you peep the tag
Pull up with ten bitches on my dick
And I ain't have to brag
See me with nobody on these riches
Used to be the rags
Don't talk to them federales
They used to be on my ass
Young nigga dun grown up
I dun got back on my shit
Only fuck with model bitches
They look cute when they kiss tip
How you slide with safety clip
Nobody know you on that shit
Got bodies on this thirty clip
Mo' bodies than a nasty bitch
Splash
Did they peep the tag
I'ma white boy and I be rapping
But this not b rad
I got huntin' rifle wita scope and I can add ya hat
To the list you little bitch y'all bitches know (fuck)
This that project sex shit
Come in and take your clothes off
Lil baby into surgery
She damn near got her nose off
Clap on, clap off
Damn why her clothes off
Oou your booty so soft
Just suck it bae and don't talk
Pull up wit ten bitches on my
Pull up wit ten
Whoo
You ain't gotta record (Splash)
It's Splishy
Leggo
Aye did you peep the tag
Pull up with ten bitches on my dick
And I ain't have to brag
See me with nobody on these riches
Used to be the rags
Don't talk to them federales
They used to be on my ass
Young nigga dun grown up
I dun got back on my shit
Only fuck with model bitches
They look cute when they kiss tip
How you slide with safety clip
Nobody know you on that shit
Got bodies on this thirty clip
Mo' bodies than a nasty bitch
You got hit up in yo shit
Now you look like Ronda Rousey
If a nigga looking for me
Best believe he prolly found me
I dun did some dirt
And never ended up in the fuckin' county
She gone give me head and she don't like
When nobody around me
Just pulled up Porsche 9-11
Watch just how these towers fall
And she ambidextrous
She know just how to dribble balls
Behind the back like John Wall
Shoot in her face like Chris Paul
Even tho you broke won't diss y'all
I know I dun left y'all pissed off
We dun pulled up Range Rover
We might pull up Audi
And the way a nigga scoring points
I know they just might scout me
And the way I fuck that white bitch
I just know that she gone house me
How I give her dick
She gone know it's never lousy
Splash, splash, aye
Did you peep the tag
Pull up with ten bitches on my dick
And I ain't have to brag
See me with nobody on these riches
Used to be the rags
Don't talk to them federales
They used to be on my ass
Young nigga dun grown up
I dun got back on my shit
Only fuck with model bitches
They look cute when they kiss tip
How you slide with safety clip
Nobody know you on that shit
Got bodies on this thirty clip
Mo' bodies than a nasty bitch
Splash
Did they peep the tag
I'ma white boy and I be rapping
But this not b rad
I got huntin' rifle wita scope and I can add ya hat
To the list you little bitch y'all bitches know (fuck)
This that project sex shit
Come in and take your clothes off
Lil baby into surgery
She damn near got her nose off
Clap on, clap off
Damn why her clothes off
Oou your booty so soft
Just suck it bae and don't talk
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Writer(s): Cole Bordwell, Deaireon Davis, Deshun Guyton
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