Tag Popper lyrics

by

StanWill


[Intro]
Yeah
sh*ttyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, that's on every song

[Verse]
You know it's dog sh*t around, all my n*ggas tag poppers
On the phone with a ham, b*tch, I'm tryna act proper
What happened to the last opp? You can go and ask Swanson
I should go and work for NASA, how yo baby blast rockets
Pull up on her Gucci, Louis, Dior, I got sex appeal
You can chop the legs up off my feet, I bet I'm stepping still
b*tch want me to have her heart, I only want her neck, for real
Pull up on yo b*tch in Fendi, bet she wanna F, for real
Two hunnid on the dash, f*ck I look like tryna do the limit?
Three hunnid fifty on some gym shorts but I ain't hooping in 'em
Five racks or better every time yo baby shoot the limit
Yeah
Whole gang coming Goose, b*tch, we flock together
I just want the head, told yo b*tch we not together
Everybody with me sticked up, we Glock together
Bad b*tch brought her friend, guess they getting popped together
Mike Amiris on, got her tryna take 'em off
How the f*ck I throw my hoodie on but it's Off?
At the set tripping, don't remember what I bought
Bro like Craig Daddy, tell him catch doggy getting caught
I pulled up on yo b*tch, she pulled my pants down
I'll pull up with the stick and blow his mans down
I ain't never in life had my hands out
I had yo b*tch in the Dodge, she got rammed down
I ain't gotta work a job, b*tch, I scam now
I'll call the f*cking task force, they on standby
I got a jugg sense, I know when a ham by
I used to rock Levi's, 'Miris crammed now
Up the blick and he turned pus*y, boy, you ain't a dog
I feel like a bench warmer, I don't play at all
Ain't no three-five if yo b*tch face a log
You can't tell these hoes sh*t, they gon' say it all
You gon' buy her clothes, I'ma make her take 'em off
Seven hunnid horses in this whip, I'm racing off
Ask Maury, n*ggas is my sons, I raised 'em all
At yo home swinging sticks but we ain't playing ball
I ain't got no kids yet 'cause b*tches ate 'em all
f*ck I look like saving hoes? Ain't got no cape at all
b*tch, I'm racing out the door if pape' involved
SBDSM, you know my babies taking off
[Outro]
Real sh*ttyBoyz sh*t, she gon' f*ck 'cause the sh*ttyBoyz lit
b*tch
Yeah
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