Paper Tags

(album: Public Housing, Pt. 2 - 2023)

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

I'm sliding Bentley coup, paper tag (Mhm-hm, mhm-hm)
She don't work her ass of, she ain't get no ass (Mhm, mhm)
I'm with a ticker bitch, she got more ass, way more cash
High-class, get her Chanel bag, move too fast
Cracker hit the block, I spinned that, I move too fast
I'm up in the 'Vette, that must be 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 anything, getting bamboozled
Don't know where I'd been if I weren't making music
But they know where I been, they just go check on Google
Don't matter where I go, they know I'm keeping a tooly
Don't matter where she go, she know I'ma run into her
Tired of giving niggas game, niggas treat me like a tutor
Call me Gary V, giving out too much game
No more outrunning my check, that move bring me more pain
Remember me and dawg was spinning up in that Mustang
Bust it down, Ps, we selling 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)
Thugging niggas street like going on a blind date

I'm sliding Bentley coup, paper tag (Mhm-hm, mhm-hm)
She don't work her ass of, she ain't get no ass (Mhm, mhm)
I'm with a ticker bitch, she got more ass, way more cash
High-class, get her Chanel bag, move too fast
Cracker hit the block, I spinned that, I move too fast
I'm up in the 'Vette, that must be drug abusers
All I hang 'round is drug users (Uh, uh)

Oh, here they come, must have the funds
Pushing through, we having plenty guns
Standing on that business, we ain't having fun
'Nother one, in the same coupe, that's another one
Sliding Bentley coupe, jump in another one
They say the same bitch you see here, that's another one
Fuck with them, we locking in with them, then we stuck with them
Fucking bitches, I ain't never trusting them
Its gon be a bad day they piss me off
I'm doing fifty with bad bitches on the [?] game
Before that bag came, I swear, I was having more litter days
I was fucking the ho for the free, but now it's like I got to pay (Yeah)
VVs having clarity (Yeah), thinking to myself, like, "Who the fuck wanna marry me"
I'm out here selling [?], wherever that the trappers be
I got a be on beat, I know they out here plotting on me (Yeah)
Bust down, diamonds having clarity (Yeah)
Tell me, why do they wanna [?] the savage in me?
However, you acting a friend just please do it in the back of me
I'm tired getting with friends, don't know how them niggas keep asking me
Say they got my back, but keep on stabbing on me
I ain't even asking 'bout what happening to me
And the B be in the back of the beat
Man, the back of the beat (Back of the beat, back of the beat)

I'm sliding Bentley coup, paper tag (Mhm-hm, mhm-hm)
She don't work her ass of, she ain't get no ass (Mhm, mhm)
I'm with a ticker bitch, she got more ass, way more cash
High-class, get her Chanel bag, move too fast
Cracker hit the block, I spinned that, I move too fast
I'm up in the 'Vette, that must be drug abusers
All I hang 'round is drug users (Uh, uh)

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