French Montana – No Stylist lyrics

[Intro: French Montana, Mountain & Kodak Black]
Ooh
Yeah, louder
Hey, hey
I’m in London, got my beat from London

[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Louder
Fuck they talkin’ about? Fast talk, runnin’ laps
I’m not playin’ that shit
French Vanilla, sippin’ on, Lear jets pickin’ up
Hong Kong, Morocco, I’m here
No stylist
And I ain’t playin’ with these bitches, they childish (haan)
Yeah, look around, they quiet
She said I ain’t got no heart, bitch, find it

[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)

[Verse 2: Drake & French Montana]
(Louder)
I got the game in a squeeze
Who disagree? I wanna see one of y’all run up a B
Yeah, two open seats, we flyin’ at seven and packed for the beach
Yeah, keepin’ it G, I told her “don’t wear no 350s ’round me”
Iced out, no stylist
No Chanel, Nike track, doin’ road with some waps
And that’s Capo in the back, and that’s swole in the back
Don’t need Gucci on my back, TV Gucci got my back
Don’t know where y’all niggas at, I’ve been here, I’ve been back
In Delilah’s, word to Zack, I need action, that’s a fact

[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out, no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle, no stylist
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)
Iced out, no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle, no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)

[Outro: French Montana]
No stylist
No stylist

Trippie Redd – BANG! Lyrics

[Intro]
I can’t do this anymore, trying not to be ignored
Put my peddle to the floor, I spread my wings I let them soar
Let them soar-oar, let them soar

[Chorus]
I can’t do this anymore, yeah
When it rains it really pours, yeah
Like an eagle Imma soar, yeah
Desert eagle let it roar, yeah
Let it bang-bang, let it bang-bang
Let it rang-sang, let it bang-gang
Baby yes you’re mine, baby yes you’re fine
When I’m on the road, do I cross your mind?
When I’m on the road, baby yes come ride, yeah
Let it bang for me, rang for me
She let that shit sang for me, yeah
She gon’ let that shit bang for me yeah
She gon’ let that shit bang for me yeah
She gon’ let that shit bang for me yeah
She gon’ let that shit bang for me yeah
Yeah let it bang for me, yeah let it bang for me
Yeah let it bang for me, yeah let it bang for me
Baby yes you’re mine, baby yes you’re fine
When I’m on the road, do I cross your mind?
When I’m on the road, baby yes come ride, yeah

[Verse]
New Chanel walkers, when I walked up in the room
Maison Margiela, when I walked up in the room
Bunch of [?] smokers, when I walked up in the room
[?] motorola, when I walked up in the room
Woadie with my chopper, talking down and boy you’re doomed
Used to want a ‘rari, now I’m rich I bought a coupe
Now I’m switching lanes and I never keep a roof
You going out sad, all they do is laugh at you
Now I gotta get it for my momma and my sisters and my nephews and my nieces love’em all
Hoping niggas really ready for the fall
When it all comes down, who can you call?

[Chorus]
I can’t do this anymore, yeah
When it rains it really pours, yeah
Like an eagle Imma soar, yeah
Desert eagle let it roar, yeah
Let it bang-bang, let it bang-bang
Let it rang-sang, let it bang-gang
Baby yes you’re mine, baby yes you’re fine
When I’m on the road, do I cross your mind?
When I’m on the road, baby yes come ride, yeah
Let it bang for me, rang for me
She let that shit sang for me, yeah
She gon’ let that shit bang for me yeah
She gon’ let that shit bang for me yeah
She gon’ let that shit bang for me yeah
She gon’ let that shit bang for me yeah
Yeah let it bang for me, yeah let it bang for me
Yeah let it bang for me, yeah let it bang for me

Bhad Bhabie – Trust Me lyrics

[Hook: Bhad Bhabie]
I know you gone be the one that’s gone hold me down
When it’s time to put in work you know I’m always ’round
Tote that Glock, hold that work
Baby, do you trust me?
Got the streets in a lock
I’ma make you love me
Baby, do you trust me?
Do you trust me?
Baby, do you trust me?
Baby, do you trust me?
Got the streets in a lock
I’ma make you love me

[Verse 1: Bhad Bhabie]
I’ma make you love me
Baby, do you trust me?
Come in close and hug me
Tell that hoe don’t test me
I don’t play ’bout mines, watch this sh*t get messy
Tote that Glock, hide it in my spot
Bitch, stop playing, I’ma leave you hot
Rubber bands wrapped around these knots
Bitch, stop playing, watch me kill the parking lot

[Hook: Bhad Bhabie]
I know you gone be the one that’s gone hold me down
When it’s time to put in work you know I’m always ’round
Tote that Glock, hold that work
Baby, do you trust me?
Got the streets in a lock
I’ma make you love me
Baby, do you trust me?
Do you trust me?
Baby, do you trust me?
Baby, do you trust me?
Got the streets in a lock
I’ma make you love me

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Tote that Glock, lil’ homie, get yo guap
You my son, lil’ nigga, I’m yo pops
I’m on top, lil’ bitch, gimme props
Talkin’ charts, lil’ baby, play yo part, lil’ baby
I’m the boy, yeah, baby, I’m the one
I’ma make you trust me, always keep it hundun
Bust down rolex face
I been getting money face
Diamonds do the Diddy dance
These the new Givenchy pants
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
VS while my diamonds hit
New Chanel, you deserve all of it
I put you on a charge
Baby, you a star
I buy you the mall
I put you on a jet, you said I do the most
I told you no more coach, yeah
Said you don’t care ’bout things
You said you down for me
I told ’em you my queen

[Hook: Bhad Bhabie]
I know you gone be the one that’s gone hold me down
When it’s time to put in work you know I’m always ’round
Tote that Glock, hold that work
Baby, do you trust me?
Got the streets in a lock
I’ma make you love me
Baby, do you trust me?
Do you trust me?
Baby, do you trust me?
Baby, do you trust me?
Got the streets in a lock
I’ma make you love me

Future – Poppin’ Tags (Future Album)

[Intro]
Goyard on, pick out what you want
Hermès on, pick out what you want
New Chanel, oh, pick out what you want
(DJ Esco)
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags

[Verse 1]
What the fuck is you talkin’ bout, I can get ya ass hit
Hop out a Cor…vette nigga, then gon’ smash ya bitch
I got an American muscle, I’m gonna hit me a lick
Sippin’ on ‘Tussin, fuckin’ and hustlin’
I bet I’m gon’ floss, hate it or love it
A full grown boss, hate it or love it
Dope boys shoppin’ at Walters, I bought the whole store
Fuck boy doin’ that talkin’, that’s my old hoe
Stars inside the ceiling, I’m on go go
You don’t want no war, nigga, oh no, oh no
Codeine floodin’ Atlanta, bitch ass niggas with hammers
Bitch ass niggas in Pampers, fuck around murk his mamma
My young niggas so playa?, fuck around kill you in sandals
I was on some cool shit now they want the ana

[Pre-Hook]
King Jaffe Jo
My body wrapped in gold
Money stackin’ tall, now I think I’m seein’ ghosts

[Hook]
I been poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags

[Verse 2]
I came here to purchase, I ain’t worried ’bout a ticket
Bitch you want that G-Wagon, go muthafuckin’ get it
I had on my ski mask in the muthafuckin’ trenches
Homie Blood talkin’, is you muthafuckin’ Crippin’ ?
I get the plug talkin’ ’bout these muthafuckin’ chickens
Put up some lean before they can lean
I’m runnin’ right through a machine
I’m ’bout to lose the roof, they tryna steal the juice
Cuban hangin’ on my neck, whip on cruise
I just copped the coupe 63’s with the Forgi’s
Bought a couple ‘Raris and I bought a couple Porsches
Zone Six fuck shit, finessin’ and extortin’
Twenty diamond chains and got several different choices

[Pre-Hook]
King Joffy Jo
My body wrapped in gold
Money stackin’ tall, now I think I’m seein’ God

[Hook]
I been poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags

[Bridge]
Goyard, oh, pick out what you want
Hermès on, pick out what you want
New Chanel, oh, pick out what you want

[Verse 3]
Catch me goin’ goon
Smashin’ on a womb
Fuck your baby daddy
Smash you on the Xanny
Iced out Kodaks
Got you in your feelin’s
Just to get the feelin’
Spend a couple million
Like I’m Godzilla in the Roley store, vroom
We just got the pack in from Mexico, vroom
Soon as it touch down I’m goin’ ape
Put it on the hood like you claim Grape
Pull up in the hood in a new Wraith

[Pre-Hook]
King Joffy Jo
My body wrapped in gold
Money stackin’ tall, now I think I’m seein’ God

[Hook]
I been poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags

[Outro]
Pick out what you want
Pick out what you want
Pick out what you want
Pick out what you want
Pick out what you want

Poppin tags – Future lyrics

Lyrics Future – Poppin tags

Goyard on, pick out what you want
Hermès on, pick out what you want
New Chanel, oh, pick out what you want
Poppin tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags.

What the f*ck is you talkin’ bout, I can get ya ass hit
Hop out a Corvette nigga, then gon’ smash ya b*tch
I got an American Roadster, I’m gonna hit me a lick
Sippin’ on ‘Tussin, f*ckin’ and hustlin’
I bet I’m gon’ floss, hate it or love it
A full grown boss, hate it or love it
Dope boy shoppin’ at Walters, I bought the whole store
f*ck boy doin’ that talkin’, that’s my old hoe
Stars inside the ceiling, I’m on go go
You don’t want no war, nigga, oh no, oh no
Codeine floodin’ Atlanta, b*tch ass niggas with hammers
b*tch ass niggas in Pampers, f*ck around murk his mama
My young niggas don’t play, f*ck around kill you in sandals
I was on some cool shit now they want the hammer.

King Joffy Jo
My body wrapped in gold
Money stackin’ tall, now I think I’m seein’ God.

I been poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags.

I came here to purchase, I ain’t worried ’bout a ticket
b*tch you on that G-Wagon, go muthaf*ckin’ get it
I had on my ski mask in the muthaf*ckin’ trenches
Homie Blood talkin’, is you muthaf*ckin’ Crippin’
I get the plug talkin’ ’bout these muthaf*ckin’ chickens
Put up some lean before they can lean
I’m runnin’ right through a machine
I’m ’bout to lose the roof, they tryna steal the juice
Cuban hangin’ on my neck whip, gon’ cruise
I just copped the coupe 63’s with the Forgi’s
Bought a couple ‘Raris and I bought a couple Porsches
Zone Six f*ck shit, finessin’ and extortin’
Twenty diamond chains and got several different choices.

King Joffy Jo
My body wrapped in gold
Money stackin’ tall, now I think I’m seein’ God.

I been poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags.

Goyard, ohhh, pick out what you want
Hermès on, pick out what you want
New Chanel, oh, pick out what you want.

Catch me goin’ goon
Smashin’ on a womb
f*ck your baby daddy
Smash you on the Xanny
Iced out Codeine
Got you in your feelin’s
Just to get you feelin’
Spend a couple million
Like I’m Godzilla in the rollie store
We just got the pack in from Mexico
Soon as it touch down I’m goin’ ape
Put it on the hood like you claim Grapes
Pull up in the food in a new Wraith.

King Joffy Jo
My body wrapped in gold
Money stackin’ tall, now I think I’m seein’ God.

I been poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags.

Pick out what you wanttt. (x5)
Future lyrics
Video tags

Future – Poppin’ Tags

[Intro]
Goyard on, pick out what you want
Hermès on, pick out what you want
New Chanel, oh, pick out what you want
(DJ Esco)
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags

[Verse 1]
What the fuck is you talkin’ bout, I can get ya ass hit
Hop out a Corvette nigga, then gon’ smash ya bitch
I got an American Roadster, I’m gonna hit me a lick
Sippin’ on ‘Tussin, fuckin’ and hustlin’
I bet I’m gon’ floss, hate it or love it
A full grown boss, hate it or love it
Dope boy shoppin’ at Walters, I bought the whole store
Fuck boy doin’ that talkin’, that’s my old hoe
Stars inside the ceiling, I’m on go go
You don’t want no war, nigga, oh no, oh no
Codeine floodin’ Atlanta, bitch ass niggas with hammers
Bitch ass niggas in Pampers, fuck around murk his mama
My young niggas don’t play, fuck around kill you in sandals
I was on some cool shit now they want the hammer

[Pre-Hook]
King Joffy Jo
My body wrapped in Goyard
Money stackin’ tall, now I think I’m seein’ God

[Hook]
I been poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags

[Verse 2]
I came here to purchase, I ain’t worried ’bout a ticket
Bitch you on that G-Wagon, go muthafuckin’ get it
I had on my ski mask in the muthafuckin’ trenches
Homie Blood talkin’, is you muthafuckin’ Crippin’
I get the plug talkin’ ’bout these muthafuckin’ chickens
Put up some lean before they can lean
I’m runnin’ right through a machine
I’m ’bout to lose the roof, they tryna steal the juice
Cuban hangin’ on my neck whip, gon’ cruise
I just copped the coupe 63’s with the Forgi’s
Bought a couple ‘Raris and I bought a couple Porsches
Zone Six fuck shit, finessin’ and extortin’
Twenty diamond chains and got several different choices

[Pre-Hook]
King Joffy Jo
My body wrapped in Goyard
Money stackin’ tall, now I think I’m seein’ God

[Hook]
I been poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags

[Bridge]
Goyard, oh, pick out what you want
Hermès on, pick out what you want
New Chanel, oh, pick out what you want

[Verse 3]
Catch me goin’ goon
Smashin’ on a womb
Fuck your baby daddy
Smash you on the Xanny
Iced out Codeine
Got you in your feelin’s
Just to get you feelin’
Spend a couple million
Like I’m Godzilla in the rollie store
We just got the pack in from Mexico
Soon as it touch down I’m goin’ ape
Put it on the hood like you claim Grapes
Pull up in the food in a new Wraith

[Pre-Hook]
King Joffy Jo
My body wrapped in Goyard
Money stackin’ tall, now I think I’m seein’ God

[Hook]
I been poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags

[Outro]
Pick out what you want
Pick out what you want
Pick out what you want
Pick out what you want
Pick out what you want

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Proud Of Me Now (feat. Lil Bibby)

[Intro: A-Boogie]
Are you proud of me now?
Are you proud of me now?

[Hook: A-Boogie]
Look down on me now
Talk down on me now
Oh, you my homie now?
Hold it down, hold it down
Don’t look out for me now
You a clown on me now
Are you proud of me now?
Are you proud of me now?

Look down on me now
Talk down on me now
Oh, you my homie now?
Hold it down, hold it down
Don’t look out for me now
You a clown on me now
Are you proud of me now?
Are you proud of me now?

[Verse 1: A-Boogie]
I was just tryin’ to be honest
I was in debt now I’m Johnny
Pull up in matching Ferraris
Don’t act like you never saw me
I was just shopping at Barneys
Now they be sending me garments
Keepin’ that fly shit on me
New Chanel now when they call me
On the road rollin’ spliffs
Never fold, never switch
If you broke hit a lick
If he told he a bitch
I know hoe’s think I’m rich
They so nosy and shit
You can’t smoke with my clique
We smoke O’s in the whip
Have you ever drove a Wraith nigga?
Make you feel like you in space nigga
Do you wanna get paid nigga?
Know these streets ain’t safe nigga
So much money, got a bank with us
So much money, got a safe with us
We ain’t playin’, they afraid of us
Come thru and make it rain nigga
I came up of a tape, you got nothin’ on the table
I don’t know what you think, nigga I’m with High Bridge The Label
They want me to be on top being on cable
They just want me to be on the block, back where I came from

[Hook: A-Boogie]
Look down on me now
Talk down on me now
Oh, you my homie now?
Hold it down, hold it down
Don’t look out for me now
You a clown on me now
Are you proud of me now?
Are you proud of me now?

Look down on me now
Talk down on me now
Oh, you my homie now?
Hold it down, hold it down
Don’t look out for me now
You a clown on me now
Are you proud of me now?
Are you proud of me now?

[Verse 2: Lil Bibby]
See, I never changed up
Lookin’ hard, yeah I stayed up
Same niggas used to hate us
Tryin’ to kick it ’cause I came up
I guess it just come with the fame
Tryin’ to throw dirt on my name
I was just poppin’ them Xans
That’s how I dealt with the pain
I channeled the thoughts of my brain
I did it all for the gang
I went and brought me some chains
I just been stacking my change, told my lil’ brother don’t change
Just treat me the same
Never worry ’bout them niggas sneak dissing, ’cause hate never paid you
They weren’t with you shootin’ in the gym, but they round talkin’ ’bout they made you
Niggas don’t love you, they hate you
I went and flooded the Haysoos
We was just dodging the state’s troops
Now bitches coming in 8 groups
Niggas clowns to me now
Tell ’em niggas talk down on me now
See me in the hood, you can’t get a dap or a pound from me now

[Hook: A-Boogie]
Look down on me now
Talk down on me now
Oh, you my homie now?
Hold it down, hold it down
Don’t look out for me now
You a clown on me now
Are you proud of me now?
Are you proud of me now?

Look down on me now
Talk down on me now
Oh, you my homie now?
Hold it down, hold it down
Don’t look out for me now
You a clown on me now
Are you proud of me now?
Are you proud of me now?

Proud of me now – A boogie wit da hoodie lyrics

Lyrics Lil Bibby – Proud of me now

Are you proud of me now?
Are you proud of me now?

Look down on me now
Talk down on me now
Oh, you my homie now?
Hold it down, hold it down
Don’t look out for me now
You a clown on me now
Are you proud of me now?
Are you proud of me now?

Look down on me now
Talk down on me now
Oh, you my homie now?
Hold it down, hold it down
Don’t look out for me now
You a clown on me now
Are you proud of me now?
Are you proud of me now?

I was just tryin’ to be honest
I was in debt now I’m Johnny
Pull up in matching Ferraris
Don’t act like you never saw me
I was just shopping at Barneys
Now they be sending me garments
Keepin’ that fly shit on me
New Chanel now when they call me
On the road rollin’ spliffs
Never fold, never switch
If you broke hit a lick
If he told he a bitch
I know hoe’s think I’m rich
They so nosy and shit
You can’t smoke with my clique
We smoke O’s in the whip
Have you ever drove a Wraith nigga?
Make you feel like you in space nigga
Do you wanna get paid nigga?
Know these streets ain’t safe nigga
So much money, got a bank with us
So much money, got a safe with us
We ain’t playin’, they afraid of us
Come thru and make it rain nigga
I came up of a tape, you got nothin’ on the table
I don’t know what you think, nigga I’m with High Bridge The Label
They want me to be on top being on cable
They just want me to be on the block, back where I came from.

Look down on me now
Talk down on me now
Oh, you my homie now?
Hold it down, hold it down
Don’t look out for me now
You a clown on me now
Are you proud of me now?
Are you proud of me now?

Look down on me now
Talk down on me now
Oh, you my homie now?
Hold it down, hold it down
Don’t look out for me now
You a clown on me now
Are you proud of me now?
Are you proud of me now?

See, I never changed up
Lookin’ hard, yeah I stayed up
Same niggas used to hate us
Tryin’ to kick it ’cause I came up
I guess it just come with the fame
Tryin’ to throw dirt on my name
I was just poppin’ them Xans
That’s how I dealt with the pain
I channeled the thoughts of my brain
I did it all for the gang
I went and brought me some chains
I just been stacking my change, told my lil’ brother don’t change
Just treat me the same
Never worry ’bout them niggas sneak dissing, ’cause hate never paid you
They weren’t with you shootin’ in the gym, but they round talkin’ ’bout they made you
Niggas don’t love you, they hate you
I went and flooded the Haysoos
We was just dodging the state’s troops
Now b*tches coming in 8 groups
Niggas clowns to me now
Tell ’em niggas talk down on me now
See me in the hood, you can’t get a dap or a pound from me now.

Look down on me now
Talk down on me now
Oh, you my homie now?
Hold it down, hold it down
Don’t look out for me now
You a clown on me now
Are you proud of me now?
Are you proud of me now?

Look down on me now
Talk down on me now
Oh, you my homie now?
Hold it down, hold it down
Don’t look out for me now
You a clown on me now
Are you proud of me now?
Are you proud of me nowww?
Lil Bibby lyrics
Video now

Future – Poppin’ Tags lyrics

[Intro]
Goyard on, pick out what you want
Hermès on, pick out what you want
New Chanel, oh, pick out what you want
(DJ Esco)
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags

[Verse 1]
What the fuck is you talkin’ bout, I can get ya ass hit
Hop out a Corvette nigga, then gon’ smash ya bitch
I got an American Roadster, I’m gonna hit me a lick
Sippin’ on ‘Tussin, fuckin’ and hustlin’
I bet I’m gon’ floss, hate it or love it
A full grown boss, hate it or love it
Dope boy shoppin’ at Walters, I bought the whole store
Fuck boy doin’ that talkin’, that’s my old hoe
Stars inside the ceiling, I’m on go go
You don’t want no war, nigga, oh no, oh no
Codeine floodin’ Atlanta, bitch ass niggas with hammers
Bitch ass niggas in Pampers, fuck around murk his mama
My young niggas don’t play, fuck around kill you in sandals
I was on some cool shit now they want the hammer

[Pre-Hook]
King Joffy Jo
My body wrapped in Goyard
Money stackin’ tall, now I think I’m seein’ God

[Hook]
I been poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags

[Verse 2]
I came here to purchase, I ain’t worried ’bout a ticket
Bitch you on that G-Wagon, go muthafckin’ get it
I had on my ski mask in the muthafckin’ trenches
Homie Blood talkin’, is you muthafckin’ Crippin’
I get the plug talkin’ ’bout these muthafckin’ chickens
Put up some lean before they can lean
I’m runnin’ right through a machine
I’m ’bout to lose the roof, they tryna steal the juice
Cuban hangin’ on my neck whip, gon’ cruise
I just copped the coupe 63’s with the Forgi’s
Bought a couple ‘Raris and I bought a couple Porsches
Zone Six fuck shit, finessin’ and extortin’
Twenty diamond chains and got several different choices

[Pre-Hook]
King Joffy Jo
My body wrapped in Goyard
Money stackin’ tall, now I think I’m seein’ God

[Hook]
I been poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags

[Bridge]
Goyard, oh, pick out what you want
Hermès on, pick out what you want
New Chanel, oh, pick out what you want
Catch me goin’ goon
Smashin’ on a womb
Fuck your baby daddy
Smash you on the Xanny
Iced out Codeine
Got you in your feelin’s
Just to get you feelin’
Spend a couple million
Like I’m Godzilla in the rollie store
We just got the pack in from Mexico
Soon as it touch down I’m goin’ ape
Put it on the hood like you claim Grapes
Pull up in the food in a new Wraith

[Pre-Hook]
King Joffy Jo
My body wrapped in Goyard
Money stackin’ tall, now I think I’m seein’ God

[Hook]
I been poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags

[Outro]
Pick out what you want
Pick out what you want
Pick out what you want
Pick out what you want
Pick out what you want

Future – Poppin Tags

[Intro]
Goyard on, pick out what you want
Hermès on, pick out what you want
New Chanel, oh, pick out what you want
(DJ Esco)
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags

[Verse 1]
What the fuck is you talkin’ bout, I can get ya ass hit
Hop out a Corvette nigga, then gon’ smash ya bitch
I got an American Roadster, I’m gonna hit me a lick
Sippin’ on ‘Tussin, fuckin’ and hustlin’
I bet I’m gon’ floss, hate it or love it
A full grown boss, hate it or love it
Dope boy shoppin’ at Walters, I bought the whole store
Fuck boy doin’ that talkin’, that’s my old hoe
Stars inside the ceiling, I’m on go go
You don’t want no war, nigga, oh no, oh no
Codeine floodin’ Atlanta, bitch ass niggas with hammers
Bitch ass niggas in Pampers, fuck around murk his mama
My young niggas don’t play, fuck around kill you in sandals
I was on some cool shit now they want the hammer

[Pre-Hook]
King Joffy Jo
My body wrapped in gold
Money stackin’ tall, now I think I’m seein’ God

[Hook]
I been poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags

[Verse 2]
I came here to purchase, I ain’t worried ’bout a ticket
Bitch you on that G-Wagon, go muthafckin’ get it
I had on my ski mask in the muthafckin’ trenches
Homie Blood talkin’, is you muthafckin’ Crippin’
I get the plug talkin’ ’bout these muthafckin’ chickens
Put up some lean before they can lean
I’m runnin’ right through a machine
I’m ’bout to lose the roof, they tryna steal the juice
Cuban hangin’ on my neck whip, gon’ cruise
I just copped the coupe 63’s with the Forgi’s
Bought a couple ‘Raris and I bought a couple Porsches
Zone Six fuck shit, finessin’ and extortin’
Twenty diamond chains and got several different choices

[Pre-Hook]
King Joffy Jo
My body wrapped in gold
Money stackin’ tall, now I think I’m seein’ God

[Hook]
I been poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags

[Bridge]
Goyard, oh, pick out what you want
Hermès on, pick out what you want
New Chanel, oh, pick out what you want
Catch me goin’ goon
Smashin’ on a womb
Fuck your baby daddy
Smash you on the Xanny
Iced out Codeine
Got you in your feelin’s
Just to get you feelin’
Spend a couple million
Like I’m Godzilla in the rollie store
We just got the pack in from Mexico
Soon as it touch down I’m goin’ ape
Put it on the hood like you claim Grapes
Pull up in the food in a new Wraith

[Pre-Hook]
King Joffy Jo
My body wrapped in gold
Money stackin’ tall, now I think I’m seein’ God

[Hook]
I been poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags
Poppin’ tags, I been poppin’ tags

[Outro]
Pick out what you want
Pick out what you want
Pick out what you want
Pick out what you want
Pick out what you want