Tag Popper

Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, that's on every song (Ayy, Melly, what the fuck is that?) [Verse] You know it's dog shit around, all my niggas tag poppers On the phone with a ham, bitch, 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 Bitch want me to have her heart, I only want her neck, for real Pull up on yo bitch in Fendi, bet she wanna F, for real Two hunnid on the dash, fuck 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, bitch, we flock together I just want the head, told yo bitch we not together Everybody with me sticked up, we Glock together Bad bitch brought her friend, guess they getting popped together Mike Amiris on, got her tryna take 'em off How the fuck 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 bitch, 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 bitch in the Dodge, she got rammed down I ain't gotta work a job, bitch, I scam now I'll call the fucking 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 pussy, 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 bitch face a log You can't tell these hoes shit, 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, niggas 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 bitches ate 'em all Fuck I look like saving hoes? Ain't got no cape at all Bitch, I'm racing out the door if pape' involved SBDSM, you know my babies taking off [Outro] Real ShittyBoyz shit, she gon' fuck 'cause the ShittyBoyz lit Bitch Yeah
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Credits
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- StanWill