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tag (feat. Jokum)
by Julien Sword
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Yeah we punching shit
Yeah we kicking shit
Yeah we pushing shit
Yeah we running it
Yeah we punching shit
Yeah we kicking shit
Yeah we pushing shit
Yeah we running it
I got it right now
Right in my bag
Zipping expensive tags
Big bankroll, money my vice
Watch a rude bitch go splat
Staking it out and we wiping his nose
Whole team finna go SLATT
Swisher, wood, double right back
Going up like a price
I got it right now
Right in my bag
Zipping expensive tags
Big bankroll, money my vice
Watch a rude bitch go splat
Staking it out and we wiping his nose
Whole team finna go SLATT
Swisher, wood, double right back
Going up like a price tag
Sucking dick on the timeline
Bitch go home and get some head
If you can't find grass smoke a Black and Mild
Clearly pussy ain't touch one yet
Me and whole gang going offline
Vertebrae flooded with
Flooded with
Big baguettes
Bro going fucky bout C2C
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Cullinan to Corvette
Ion wanna hear no chit chat
Came in here with the big bag
I'm gon' dip, where the chips at
Fuck around here, get click clacked
Ion even know where yo' bitch at
Ion even know yo' bitch ass
Pop this perc like a Tic Tac
We run it up while you sit back
I got it right now
Right in my bag
Zipping expensive tags
Big bankroll, money my vice
Watch a rude bitch go splat
Staking it out and we wiping his nose
Whole team finna go SLATT
Swisher, wood, double right back
Going up like a price
I got it right now
Right in my bag
Zipping expensive tags
Big bankroll, money my vice
Watch a rude bitch go splat
Staking it out and we wiping his nose
Whole team finna go SLATT
Swisher, wood, double right back
Going up like a price tag
Comin' in with the p-o-l-e
Ready to d-i-e
Arc'teryx on my body
Can't get blood on me
Ion even know who the fuck you are
Cause I been feelin' like a rockstar
I ain't going home till I get some neck
Blowing my phone like bro what next
Sucking my soul, don't need no sex
Upping this pole, two in your chest
Laika pack, collapse your
Bro you scared of me
I'm five nine
Pussy you talk like five nine
Choppa eater, 5 guys
Yeah we punching shit
Yeah we kicking shit
Yeah we pushing shit
Yeah we running it
Yeah we punching shit
Yeah we kicking shit
Yeah we pushing shit
Yeah we running it
I got it right now
Right in my bag
Zipping expensive tags
Big bankroll, money my vice
Watch a rude bitch go splat
Staking it out and we wiping his nose
Whole team finna go SLATT
Swisher, wood, double right back
Going up like a price
I got it right now
Right in my bag
Zipping expensive tags
Big bankroll, money my vice
Watch a rude bitch go splat
Staking it out and we wiping his nose
Whole team finna go SLATT
Swisher, wood, double right back
Going up like a price tag
Sucking dick on the timeline
Bitch go home and get some head
If you can't find grass smoke a Black and Mild
Clearly pussy ain't touch one yet
Me and whole gang going offline
Vertebrae flooded with
Flooded with
Big baguettes
Bro going fucky bout C2C
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Cullinan to Corvette
Ion wanna hear no chit chat
Came in here with the big bag
I'm gon' dip, where the chips at
Fuck around here, get click clacked
Ion even know where yo' bitch at
Ion even know yo' bitch ass
Pop this perc like a Tic Tac
We run it up while you sit back
I got it right now
Right in my bag
Zipping expensive tags
Big bankroll, money my vice
Watch a rude bitch go splat
Staking it out and we wiping his nose
Whole team finna go SLATT
Swisher, wood, double right back
Going up like a price
I got it right now
Right in my bag
Zipping expensive tags
Big bankroll, money my vice
Watch a rude bitch go splat
Staking it out and we wiping his nose
Whole team finna go SLATT
Swisher, wood, double right back
Going up like a price tag
Comin' in with the p-o-l-e
Ready to d-i-e
Arc'teryx on my body
Can't get blood on me
Ion even know who the fuck you are
Cause I been feelin' like a rockstar
I ain't going home till I get some neck
Blowing my phone like bro what next
Sucking my soul, don't need no sex
Upping this pole, two in your chest
Laika pack, collapse your
Bro you scared of me
I'm five nine
Pussy you talk like five nine
Choppa eater, 5 guys
