Blu - Tags lyrics

(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 a** John got er fast just on the Jag sponsored links 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 sh** Shoppin with a different, some chick sh** Still got the new arrow still on the cap Plus the fat cat just to bust her fat a** 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) k**ers 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 a** Thanks to that Basquiat ho You know one sayin this all cold Saber in the LA river go