ISSEY TAG

Oh, yeah He lost his sauce, ain't never getting it back I'm speed racing, I'm swerving off that track I'm sipping Quagen but I miss the Act I love Vetements but it's Issey on my tag Yeah, we getting fly like a bat I know that you think you on the same field as me, but this shit is really not that I got his bitch on a rope, she outside standing up on my doormat Racks coming in every time I refresh my bank app My fit Armarnial, I stay out here getting hot like a barbeque I got white Nikes they fresh out the box, put them shits on I be looking like Mario I really needa go up in my cardio I been breathless cause to racks I been darting, hoe I ain't a Christian but look at the bottom of my shoes and them shits both red like a cardinal My money gargantuan, that boy racks so small That shit be the size of a particle You ain't on at all, yeah, nobody care bout your lil article I told that hoe get undressed, baby please take off every last article I saw a video of your last show, nobody in the crowd was even audible Oh lord, I put my dick in that hoe and I don't remember but I think she said Oh lord, everybody hypnotised when they lay eyes on my VVS Oh lord, that boy a joker, how you up but rackless, boy? Riddle me this Lil bitch taking all of my kids, she need to go on Dateline and have a talk with Chris All of my money be new, count them notes up and them bitches all fresh and crisp I needa get used to this grill, when I put it it in that shit got me talking with a lisp I got some oldheads hating on me but the shit that they listen to play off a disc I don't know shit bout the lil bitch history but I put it in raw, don't care bout the risk Oh, I've seen it too many times, he got ten k now he think he a hot shot I'm kinda getting sick of supercars, I think imma go cop me a hot rod Why's it always snakes? I'm sick of snakes it feels like I done found me the Lost Ark We all just wanna get high I ain't a Rasta but I feel like Bob Mar' It's like these racks were made for me, in my pockets they fit like a puzzle I need that codeine, it's in my cup imma sip on it, I'll never guzzle I ain't a Family Guy, don't want a baby I want my pockets fat like Tuttle The loudest cunt in the room still be the brokest Let's see what he got if he put on a muzzle Alright now show me something Nothing? I can wait Oh, yeah He lost his sauce, ain't never getting it back I'm speed racing, I'm swerving off that track I'm sipping Quagen but I miss the Act I love Vetements but it's Issey on my tag Yeah, we getting fly like a bat I know that you think you on the same field as me, but this shit is really not that I got his bitch on a rope, she outside standing up on my doormat Racks coming in every time I refresh my bank app