Pop Dem Tags

Arthur Blake II

Little bitty bitch get out my whip
Like I just said hoe I'm gon dip
Talking ain't gon faze me yea
Walking that shit get that boy flipped
I'm addicted to hitting these licks
Addicted to stacking these bricks
I want that money I'm keeping it
Runny you finna spend it again
Pulled up on your vacation
You know what's the occasion
Told that nigga he owe me money
Here I am to take it
I don't give a fuck what you thought
Bitch pass that shit get faded
Stop all that begging pussy ass
Bitch no aint no persuading
Nigga said he gon pull on
Me location dropped just then
Spraying off of my balcony like
Rounds on rounds bout ten
Gunpowder yea the scent
Just smoked them yall got dents
Lord forgive me I repent
But in my heart it still resent
I just poured some wock wock
In some bordeaux relaxing
You gon hear that knock knock
Before the police buss in
Clear that shit air it out
Go through the back den
These niggas still trapping the
Fuck you though was happening
These Niggas really mad I'm up in
My bag that hating don't matter to me
Where is you at sitting right now
Bitch yea that's me on tv
It ain't no comparing to be
These niggas be studying me
Oh yea damn baby
Drill that shit to sleep
Cause bitch if it ain't about money
Imma just leave that boy clumsy
I keep a pole by myside
Hitting the dash no don't hide
A nigga can't disrespect me
No I ain't get mad but you seen
Blood pouring out of his eye
Man and it looks you gone die
They call me hero
On this track a pro
Here a nigga come it stay go
Gimme smoke smoke
Yea I want that throat no gag
Right in the back of your maybach
I'm falling for you but I know
That you gon keep your distance
When you doing me wrong
Spend it on me pop dem tags
Trilling this shit niggas bopping
And if I want them no stopping
Call me your little baby yea
Holding your glock while its throbbing
Yea I'm finna show you a trick
Keeping it ew niggas sick
You tell me you love me how
You wanna cuff me but I can
Not do it again
Look at me now the baddest grinding
Twelve tried to get me and they
Couldn't find me boy tried to hit me
I caught him two timing doing my
Shit yea you seeing me rhyming
Breaking the dash on the road
Look like lighting stunt on the hoes
They can't even when trying spark
Up a wood getting covered in diamonds
Trying to love me is a whole new
Assignment open the door my chauffeur
Got a chauffeur versace got fur and
I'm stepping in loafers drive through
The city I'm seeing poster line up for
Me like in line for some voters know
It's an A for my name on my coasters
Shoot any nigga that boy strung his
Shoulders drinking my cocktail this
Bitch came with floaters fuck away
From me not liking your odor don't
Get in my way better know I don't care
That bitch trying fuck but her ass looking
Square D.A thought they got me no I
Wasn't there you say you want smoke it's
A war I declare don't with no thumbs it's
A glock with a spare there ain't no replacing
They know I'm too rare that boy said don't
Kill me I said life not fair just do me a favor
And love me right there

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The song “Pop Dem Tags” by Arthur was composed by Arthur Blake II.

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