Tag (feat. Jay Stazks)

Yeah I’m not gon lie, Jay Stazks and I ‘bout to kill this (Just a little some some, just a little some some, just a little some some) P-Trill, or should I be Mr. Wrong Song for this one? (Mm, hehe, hehehe) Ha, let’s get it (Yeah, just a little some some) On dick? Yeah we need that to stop (Ahh) N****s want smoke? For my mans, I’ma pop (Yeah) It snap and it crackle until n****s drop He’ll seize up with Harlem Shakes, I let it rock Drippity drip, but I’m throwin’ that fire Might be bipolar, I stay undecided Shawty on me, make her sing like a choir Holla at beats, no hitman get me hired I’m outta my mind, snappin’ (Boom) Turtle, these n****s be small, fragment (Uh huh) Perfectin’ my craft, practice (Yeah yeah) She likin’ my swag, it’s the fabric Heart colder than South Dakota Just wanna be rich, no Porter (Ha) Goin’ dumb like out of order (Yeah yeah, yeah yeah) I want energy—Nah nah (Switch it up now) Straight outta C.C. All about my work like RiRi (Yeah yeah) Shinin’ brighter than them VV’s (Uh huh) Ladies love me like Kiki (Ha) I meant Cool J, I’m stupid (Yeah yeah) Nigga ‘bout to go dumb, clueless (Cold what?) Cold blooded like lizards, ruthless This the fruit of my trainin’, I’m lucid With creed I kill beats, no assassin (No assassin) Flow sick, could you pass me a napkin? (Bow bow) Smooth shit for your mind, like aspirin Jay Stazks, ready for the tag in? (Let’s get it) I got tagged, I ain’t fuckin’ with that gay shit (Uh huh) In the ‘Rari and I’m swervin’ in the lane, bitch (Mm) Sippin’ water, got imported from my main bitch (Mmm) Stack it up, now I’m prayin’ that I get rich Pussy niggas ain’t valid in my bank, bitch (Nah) Saint Laurent while I’m tubbin’ in the bank, bitch (Uh huh) On my grind, I ain’t fuckin’ with that lame bitch (Nah) On my grind, I ain’t fuckin’ with that lame bitch (Uh uh) I just got a new pack and I cook it up (Cook it up, cook it up) (Uh, uh huh) Shorty hop on the dick, like it’s Double Dutch (Double Dutch) I just dropped a little pill in double cup (Yeah yeah) N****s hate and on dick ‘cause I stack it up (Uh huh, ahh) And I came with a choppa, don’t mean to buzz (Ahh ahh) And she like how I move with my double cup I got tagged and I hope I don’t f*ck up I got tagged and I hope I don’t f*ck up All my life, I was chasin’ the dirty bucks (Uh huh) In the truck, where I hold all the dirty guns (Yeah yeah) Hold my dick, yeah I know that it weight a ton (Bing bow) In this game, yeah I know I already won (I already won) Nah (Heheheh) This nigga just shitted, I’m not even gon’ lie Nah we off this though We outta here (You know how we rock n***a)