Tag Popper

[Intro]
Alecto
Ray in these streets and it ain't safe no more

[Chorus]
Yeah, professional tag popper
I don't trust none of these boys, they the crime stoppers
On my Moncler coat, I'm very aware
That you won't get your mind blown
I know you see the pills scattered out in my driveway
Gettin' top in my i8, Porsche's gone
I got a side in Texas, my main bitch from Tuscon
Fucked another rapper's bitch
He ain't even mad, he asked if we could do a song
I'm tormented by thick bitches and silk linens
I knew I would go somewhere with it if I stick with it
Just look what I did with it
Paparazzi in the morning, I swear it hit different

[Verse]
I'm not a chemist but I think that if I mix it pink
I'm gon' be over the moon before my next blink
I got a vendetta, got tools and I'm gon' get ya bleedin'
Call up Icey, guarantee I'm good in both [?] and Cleveland
I mean it
It ain't true if I ain't seen it
Pour two plus two in my liter
I don't sip no Margaritas
Got zips in the back 'cause I need 'em
My diamonds hit, they uncleated
I might speak to her, I might fuck her but I guarantee that I don't need her
I been fuckin' round with divas, and models, that eat it
They swallow (Ew, ew)
Tell my bitch I put Forgiatos on the top
Trash bin got shopping bags and empty Hi-Tech bottles
SRT [?] is green when I hit the throttle

[Chorus]
Yeah, professional tag popper
I don't trust none of these boys, they the crime stoppers
On my Moncler coat, I'm very aware
That you won't get your mind blown
I know you see the pills scattered out in my driveway
Gettin' top in my i8, Porsche's gone
I got a side in Texas, my main bitch from Tuscon
Fucked another rapper's bitch
He ain't even mad, he asked if we could do a song
I'm tormented by thick bitches and silk linens
I knew I would go somewhere with it if I stick with it
Just look what I did with it
Paparazzi in the morning, I swear it hit different