​poppin tags lyrics

[Intro: RIVEN]
Racks up, racks, racks up (Racks)
Racks up, gotta get my racks up (Racks)
Racks up, racks, racks up (Racks)
Racks up, gotta get my racks up (Racks)
Racks up, racks, racks up (Racks)
Racks up, gotta get my racks up (Racks)
Yeah, my b*tch she bad, yeah
We be poppin' tagsplaceholder, yeah
Gotta get that bag, yeah
Walk in with that swag, yeah
Yeah, I gotta hold my bag, everywhere I go—

[Verse 1: RIVEN]
Racks up, racks, racks up (Racks)
Racks up, gotta get my racks up (Racks)
Yeah, my b*tch she bad, yeah
We be poppin' tags, yeah
Gotta get that bag, yeah
Walk in with that swag, yeah
And I gotta hold my bag, everywhere I go
b*tch, I'm countin' racks, my fear the number zero
I'm ready to go, I got the dough (Dought)
I got what you need from the low (Low)
I'm [?]
I'm smokin' on some dope (Dope)
My b*tch, she on go (Go) and she into hoes (Ooh)
Diamonds they all on my teeth (Teeth)
I count my bread, I got wheat
I heard your b*tch she like me (Me)
I cannot talk for free (Yeah)
Throwing the racks up like three (Three)
I'm putting your b*tch up on a leash (Leash)
[Verse 2: RIVEN]
And I smoke some sh*t, yeah, it put me in a dream
Told her I can't f*ck with you, she told me, ''What you mean?''
Had to tell that ho, yeah, I just be counting my green
And I woke up, Balenci' on when I walk in the scene
(We love you kai)

[Verse 3: cosznmo]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
b*tch, I'm in love with the green
Yeah, feel like Lil Uzi I got a balenci, balenci that's all in my teeth
Yeah, Off-white tag on my feets, yeah
b*tch I am him and it's me
Undercover, yeah I stay on my G
Make some money we turn seventeen
Yeah, uh, ah-hah
I just love it in my feelings
Ain't sippin' no, [?] ain't doing no hilly
I just be high as the mo'f*cking ceiling
I got nobody b*tch, it's just me
Yeah, make sure all my n*ggas gon eat
Yeah, I make sure that my girl [?] gon take it apart [?] balenci whatever she needs
Uh, yeah
I been in my feelings
I just lied, said I'm good, I make her [?]
[?] dreamin'
But this sh*t ain't a dream to me
Addicted to [?] to me
Try to find myself, try to find my worth but it seems I only found more problems
I was so damn bad on my mo'f*cking worst I ain't really had no option
[?] Stockholms
Rasin' the stakes is a mo'f*cking option
Feel like lately it's really just me and my b*tch and my lean, take off like a rocket
Yeah, yeah, [?]
n*gga I'm f*cking like all of the foreign bad b*tches
I'm high and I'm sick of prescriptions
n*ggas can't f*ck wit us we got a vision
[?] a man on a mission
I'm stuck like this so I cancel my vision
f*ck it, like this is the life that I'm living
f*ck it, like this is the card I was given
[?]
[?] sh*t, a lot under my belt
I hate when they think they know how it felt
I hate when they think that it's easy to get it
Uh, part of me's just like 'I did it'
Uh, n*ggas carry it just like a fitted
And they tryna weigh me down but I'm lifted
Uh, uh, uh, uh yeah, high
They tryna weigh me down
Yeah, n*ggas tryna steal my sound, y'all don't know where they giving the crown
And I gotta stay up off the ground
Yeah, hoping a n*gga don't drown
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