Paper Tags

Oh, uh
Mm-mm
Time for a new environment, new craft
(Ddot cold as a motherfucker, on God)

I'm slidin' Bentley coup, paper tag (mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
She don't work her ass of, she ain't get no ass (mhm, mhm)
I'm with a thicker bitch, she got more ass, way more cash
High-class, get her Chanel bag, move too fast
Cracker hit the block, I spinned out, I move too fast
I'm up bein' a victim of some drug abusers
All I hang 'round is drug users (uh, uh)

Really came up out the slums too
Why you tote that gun? You know you ain't gon' use
Niggas go for anythin', gettin' bamboozled
Don't know where I'd been if I weren't makin' music
But they know where I been, they just go check on Google
Don't matter where I go, they know I'm keepin' a tooly
Don't matter where she go, she know I'ma run into her
Tired of givin' niggas game, niggas treat me like a tutor
Call me Gary Vee, givin' out too much game
No more outrunnin' my check, that move bring me more pain
Remember me and dawg was spinnin' up in that Mustang
Bust it down, Ps, we sellin' the grams the Pat way
She gon' come home with a sad face
Play with Boston, it's gon' be a bad day (uh)
One of my goals, dine, like on a runway (uh)
Thuggin' niggas street like goin' on a blind date

I'm slidin' Bentley coupe, paper tag (mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
She don't work her ass of, she ain't get no ass (mhm, mhm)
I'm with a thicker bitch, she got more ass, way more cash
High-class, get her Chanel bag, move too fast
Cracker hit the block, I spinned out, I move too fast
I'm up bein' a victim of some drug abusers
All I hang 'round is drug users (uh, uh)

Oh, here they come, must have the funds
Pushin' through, we havin' plenty guns
Standin' on that business, we ain't havin' fun
'Nother one, in the same coupe, that's another one
Slidin' Bentley coupe, jump in another one
They say the same bitch you see here, that's another one
Fuck with them, we lockin' in with them, then we stuck with them
Fuckin' bitches, I ain't never trustin' them
It's gon' be a bad day they piss me off
I'm doin' one-fifty with a bad bitch on Biscayne
Before that bag came, I swear, I was havin' more litter days
I was fuckin' the ho for the free, but now it's like I got to pay (yeah)
VVS havin' clarity (yeah), thinkin' to myself, like, "Who the fuck wanna marry me"
I'm out here sellin' trim, wherever that the trappers be
I got a be on beat, I know they out here plottin' on me (yeah)
Bust down, diamonds havin' clarity (yeah)
Tell me why they wanna wake up the savage in me?
However, you actin' a friend just please do it in the back of me
I'm tired of gettin' with friends, don't know why them niggas keep askin' me
Say they got my back, but keep on stabbin' on me
I ain't never ask about what happen to me
And my B be in the back of the B
Man, the back of the B (back of the B, back of the B)

I'm slidin' Bentley coupe, paper tag (mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
She don't work her ass of, she ain't get no ass (mhm, mhm)
I'm with a thicker bitch, she got more ass, way more cash
High-class, get her Chanel bag, move too fast
Cracker hit the block, I spinned out, I move too fast
I'm up bein' a victim of some drug abusers
All I hang 'round is drug users (uh, uh)

Ew, hold up
Hang around is drug users (uh, uh)
Hang around is drug users
Hang around drug users
(Ddot cold as a motherfucker, on God)