Tag lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, brand-new Porsche (Skrrt, skrrt)
Oh (Skrrt, skrrt), whip that (Yeah)
Chop a brick then I flip that (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Brand new (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Shining on that b*tch like some church shoes (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Yeah, yeah (Uh-huh)

[Chorus]
Brand-new Porsche, whip that (Uh-huh)
Chase a check, spend that (Uh-huh)
.40 with a di*k, yeah (Uh-huh)
Told yo' b*tch, “Lick that” (Uh-huh)
Draco in a Louis bag (Uh-huh)
This b*tch got some kick back (Uh-huh)
That's yo' b*tch, hit that (Uh-huh)
Break her off, Kit Kat (Uh-huh)
I been counting hella racks (Yeah)
Feel like I hit a lick, yeah (Uh-huh)
I was broke, ain't goin' back (Yeah)
Yeah, I had to fix that (Uh-huh)
Damn, would you look at that? (Ya dig?)
I don't even look at tags (Uh-huh)
Run up then you gettin' tagged (Uh-huh, baow)
Run up then you gettin' tagged (Uh-huh, baow, baow)
[Verse 1]
Everybody know my racks long (Rich)
Everyone used to the sad songs (b*tch)
Good heart gone bad, emotional combat (Yeah)
Yeah, I gotta keep my strap on me (Strap on me)
I live in a war zone (Grrah)
Please don't try it, this is where you die at (Die)
I gotta make that sh*t clear (Yeah)
Might go platinum this year (Yeah)
Take a sh*t on my peers (Yeah)
They said I wouldn't make it here (Yeah)
So I do by my lonely (Yeah-yeah), VLONE sh*t like Bari (Yeah-yeah)
At the crib f*ckin' on wifey, we don't f*ck with parties (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Uh-huh), picture me and her in a Phantom (Skrrt, skrrt)
You don't gotta picture it, I'll make it real (Skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, for the real, for real (Ya dig?)

[Chorus]
Brand-new Porsche, whip that (Uh-huh)
Chase a check, spend that (Uh-huh)
.40 with a di*k, yeah (Uh-huh)
Told yo' b*tch, “Lick that” (Uh-huh)
Draco in a Louis bag (Uh-huh)
This b*tch got some kick back (Uh-huh)
That's yo' b*tch, hit that (Uh-huh)
Break her off, Kit-Kat (Uh-huh)
I been counting hella racks (Yeah)
Feel like I hit a lick, yeah (Uh-huh)
I was broke, ain't goin' back (Yeah)
Yeah I had to fix that (Uh-huh)
Damn, would you look at that? (Yeah)
I don't even look at tags (Uh-huh)
Run up then you gettin' tagged (Uh-huh, baow)
Run up then you gettin' tagged (Uh-huh, baow, baow)
[Verse 2]
I know one thing for a fact (Yeah), every time I make a track (Yeah)
Everybody goes crazy over it (Yeah), like it was crack (Yeah)
My brother used to sell that (Uh-huh), ship it out, mail that (Uh-huh)
His own homie got him locked up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tattle tale sh*t (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Swerve 'till my wrist lock, tryna tail fish (Skrrt, swerve)
I may crash damnit (Yeah), I'm a cash bandit (Uh-huh)
On the Perc's fighting (Uh-huh), feel like Bruce Banner (Ya dig?)
Dirty up the Fanta (Dirty, ya dig?)
She wanna f*ck on camera (Ya dig?)
I take a Perc beforehand (Ya dig?)
Tryna increase my stamina (Ya dig?)
I shoot the gun with both hands (Ya dig?)
I count it up with both hands (Ya dig?)
Sad as f*ck, my bro dead (Damn), R.I.P. to that man (Ya dig?)
sh*t like Afghan (Ya dig?), life of black man (Grrah, grrah), damn

[Chorus]
Brand-new Porsche, whip that (Uh-huh)
Chase a check, spend that (Uh-huh)
.40 with a di*k, yeah (Uh-huh)
Told yo' b*tch, “Lick that” (Uh-huh)
Draco in a Louis bag (Uh-huh)
This b*tch got some kick back (Uh-huh)
That's yo' b*tch, hit that (Uh-huh)
Break her off, Kit-Kat (Uh-huh)
I been counting hella racks (Yeah)
Feel like I hit a lick, yeah (Uh-huh)
I was broke, ain't goin' back (Yeah)
Yeah I had to fix that (Uh-huh)
Damn, would you look at that? (Ya dig?)
I don't even look at tags (Uh-huh)
Run up then you gettin' tagged (Uh-huh, baow)
Run up then you gettin' tagged (Uh-huh, baow, baow)
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah