Tag

[Intro]
Ginseng!

[Chorus]
I was just so down bad (Down bad!)
Now I got a big ol' bag (Big bag!)
And I got a shooter with a Mac (Blatt!)
It'll get your ass cooked like a tag (Like a tag!)
Smokin' gas out the zip of the bag (Yeah!)
And I got a few racks on me (Okay!)
'Cause I ball like an athlete (Yeah!)
Yeah, these pockets look fat on me (They fat!)

[Verse]
And I'm smokin' out the zip with a motherfuckin' roll
And I'm smokin' on dope out the O (Yeah!)
And I blow a whole bag on clothes (What?)
And you say you got a M but you're broke
I can't put no bitch in no pose (No!)
I cannot love none of these hoes
Had to learn how to let go (Yeah!)
Big chopper might take your soul (Blatt!)
Big chopper might take your life and I got a big gun, I need y'all fightin' me
And these lil' boys dumb if they run up on me 'cause they might get popped or they might get striked (Yeah!)
Stayin' up late, all day, all night
'Cause I gotta get bands, yeah, I gotta get wins (Yeah!)
Yeah, I got a new car and I got a new bed and I got a new bitch and she bringin' her friends (Yeah, yeah, yeah!)
And all of 'em 10s, and I call her my twin (Yeah!)
Yeah, that's my shooter (Yeah!)
And I just bought a brand new Ruger
Put a clip in your head like a tumor (Blatt!)
And you know you can't do nothin' to us (Nah, nah)
I know Rino, he got my back (Yeah!)
Lil Kan, he got my back (Yeah!)
Lil' Autumn gon' tote them straps (Yeah, yeah!)

[Chorus]
I was just so down bad (Down bad!)
Now I got a big ol' bag (Big bag!)
And I got a shooter with a Mac (Blatt!)
It'll get your ass cooked like a tag (Like a tag!)
Smokin' gas out the zip of the bag (Yeah!)
And I got a few racks on me (okay!)
'Cause I ball like an athlete (Yeah!)
Yeah, these pockets look fat on me (They fat!)