Poppin' Tags

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin' we be poppin' tags

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin' we be poppin' tags

We arose, let's go

So fresh so clean like 'Kast

Jay-Z be poppin' tags

Leavin' the mall with heavy bags

You know the boy got a love for the cash

Aw fuck, there he go again

Talkin' bout hoes and dough again

Yup! Can't hold it in

I'm surprised I got so much dough to spend

But, back when I was poorer then

You wasn't focusin', about the dough I spend

But I was holdin' in, I was a roller then

I was a baller back then, all of that man

Fall back, I fought that

What would you do if you was in my shoes?

Leave dudes in the rearview

V-12 engine, corners spinnin'

Twinkies shinin', pinky ring

Armadale, nigga stinky stink

Top, down, my cash is up

Gold chain, I don't give a fuck

Gold brain'll get you in the truck ma

That's right, you in luck ma

You see me cruisin' down, better step inside

Ain't enough room to fit you all in the ride

First come, first served basis

You know hoe be goin' to nice places

That's right, and I'm droppin' cash

Leave the mall with garbage bags

Gucci this, Prada that

Roll wit your boy you'll be poppin tags

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin' we be poppin' tags

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin' we be poppin' tags

It's a party when I go up in the sto'

Shoppin' while I'm zooted off the dro'

Rollin' like a nigga that just came up on a mill

And I got 'em sweepin' and pickin' up tags off the floor

Bag full of clothes I remember havin' rocks in the hall

On the glimmer with the glock by the ball

Servin' up a jab and workin' security 6 to 6

Then it's straight from the block to the mall

Now what's on the wall? Go ahead and treat yourself

When you come up on some cheddar better pop that tag

Like when I dip off in the Prada then I go off

To the lot lay the paper down and cop that Jag

I got a console full of ammunition and funds

Mink roc a wear and some guns

Petty in a fresh pair of jumps, blo packs and Bo Jackson

And air maxes, throw back some ones, no max for none

When I go up in the sto' a nigga never get enough

I'm a baller and if you want it come and get it now

Nigga come to a race with a car you won't catch up

And the twista kinda wicked when I spit it now

I be choppin' up cheddar with Kanye

Chop a little cheddar up with Jay

Chop it up with the O to the kizay

Poppin big tags with the flow and the dough, we get busy

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin' we be poppin' tags

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin' we be poppin' tags

Uh huh, whattup? Tell you somethin' bout me

My throwback game is whiffle wicked

Saint Patty's day, green pinstripe, number 20 Mark Spitz'n

Jersey oh we with the matchin' new wear fitted

White boys say my style is bitchin'

Keepin' coke in the kitchen

Keep a glock that will shock and bring the rest

Tucked underneath my Mitchell and Ness

I, travelin', handlin' with a forty-five cannon

It's tucked in my Marc Buchanan

Extra clips and shells in the lambskin

Two deep by Pelle Pelle

Westside how they felly fell

More G's on me, than a late 80's Gucci leather

Worn by the great Rakim himself

Stitch my dapper dan oh man with the gun in hand

I leave your blood squirting

No offense, I'll put your face on the chest

Of a sweatshirt drawn by shirt kings

I been fucking, a hustle, married to a racket

Since the first Air Jordan's and Starter jackets

I slept with a package, under mattress

I carry guns heavy speakeasy, slight with the fight words

I'll put somethin' hot through your motherfuckin' iceberg

Got a project chica, named Rica

She keep a purse full of dro' reefer

Small, pinkies like that

Talk 'til the paper fat

I rock somethin', roll chief sacks like daddy fat

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelery that we bought

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags

'Cause we be poppin' tags, trippin' we be poppin' tags

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelery that we bought

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags

'Cause we be poppin' tags, trippin' we be poppin' tags

Pop tires in reverse, you'll be needin' a nurse

Leave you layin' on your back in a Cadillac hearse

Now your momma in all black with a matchin' purse

I know you wanna blow up, but a funeral hurts

What's worse, you can hit the mall and ball 'til you fall

Have to make a collect call, but your cell cut off

Trot to the mailbox thinkin' a check but the mail's run short

No more MD, DD, LD

That means movie date, dinner date

Lunch date, help me please

My sheets is gone

Long bread to the short bread, word is bond

Meticulously pimpously serve the song

Act a damn donkey

Like the pilgrims when they popped

A tag on the Indians home

Drop top rag o with the weed gone

Chillin', bags in the trunk full of FAO Schwartz for the chill'uns

Spent a few shillings

Sip a few chickens, lick a few kittens, just kiddin'

A fresh bowl of milk is in the fridge and

Can you pop the tags on the honeycombs

Or are you actin' mad cause the money done

Slowed, down, just a little bit dipped, poked out, did some shull bit

Actin' like a pitfall bull pit, dead game is the pulpit

Leave a motherfucker with his John Doe toe tag clipped

Imperial classic, a lyrical thrashin' a miracle happenin'

Jay-Z, Killer Mike and Big Boi rappin' and rhymin' and smabbin'

Pop that tag on some of this game

Hollatic, swallow and keep the change

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin' we be poppin' tags

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin' we be poppin' tags