Tags

(Verse)

Beat still lead him in jack pat

Yea, ill flavored tags in the backpack

Drinks sequence old one, scratch that

But them brown J3's drop, I had that

Yea, tags all over the 2 tents and no bros

Verses on the soul of my shell toes, wallows

Wutchu know rubbin elbows?

'09, glad to see them doors the hell closed

Close call, Basquiats, but smashed city hall

Weaving round all them laws

Wutchu know about tags?

You got em all over them final sleeves

Drunk chick signing they tips flip

Putting mustaches round the models and the maggots

Fat ass John got er fast just on the Jag

And you know for the clouds we got tags

Snap bomb wires off heaven for tags

But we ain't just talkin bout the 50

'94 plates, insurance made it (tags)

(Verse)

Yea, beat still under the bridge shit

Shoppin with a different, some chick shit

Still got the new arrow still on the cap

Plus the fat cat just to bust her fat ass

Black white bubble, let her rap jazz

You know rhyme of the Ratpack

Crossin out facts, we don't hold no bad flow

Sick with the Glocks, make em throw up (tags)

Flatline John, Montana Max (tags)

There back swimming on the facts

We ain't just talkin bout graffiti

'94 plates, insurance made it (tags)

Killers that joins the keys up (tags)

Empty that, feel this K, got (tags)

Every time he go off air he's got

Shivers every moment, pace that

The mere woman got some big ass

Thanks to that Basquiat ho

You know one sayin this all cold

Saber in the LA river go