StanWill - Tag Popper lyrics
[StanWill - Tag Popper lyrics]
Yeah shittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia
That's on every song
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
Real ShittyBoyz shit
She gon' fuck 'cause the ShittyBoyz lit
Bitch yeah
That's on every song
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
Real ShittyBoyz shit
She gon' fuck 'cause the ShittyBoyz lit
Bitch yeah