Poppin' Tags (feat. Big Boi, Killer Mike & Twista)

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin', we be poppin' tags

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin', we be poppin' tags

We arose, let's go

So fresh, so clean, like 'Kast

Jay-Z be poppin' tags

Leavin' the mall with heavy bags

You know the boy got a love for the cash

Aw, fuck, there he go again

Talkin' 'bout hoes and dough again

Yup, can't hold it in

I'm surprised I got so much dough to spend

But back when I was poorer then

You wasn't focusin' about the dough I spend

But I was holdin' then, I was a roller then

I was a baller back then, all of that, man

Fall back, I bought that

What would you do if you was in my shoes?

Leave dudes in the rearview

V12 engine, corners spinnin'

Twinkies shinin', pinky ring

Armadale, ****, slinky sing

Top down, my cash is up

Gold chain, I don't give a fuck

Gold brain'll get you in the truck, Ma

That's right, you in luck, Ma

You see me cruisin' down, better step inside

Ain't enough room to fit you all in the ride

First come, first serve basis

You know Hov', he goin' to nice places

That's right, and I'm droppin' cash

Leave the mall with garbage bags

Gucci this, Prada that

Roll wit' ya boy, you'll be poppin' tags

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin', we be poppin' tags

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin', we be poppin' tags

It's a party when I go up in the store

Shoppin' while I'm zooted off the dro

Rollin' like a **** that just came up on a mill'

And I got 'em sweepin' and pickin' up tags off the floor

Bag full of clothes, I remember havin' rocks in the hall

On the corner with the Glock by the balls

Servin' up a jab and workin' security six to six

Then it's straight from the block to the mall

Buy what's on the wall, go ahead and treat yourself

When you come up on some cheddar, better pop that tag

Like when I dip off in the Prada, then I go off to the lot

I lay the paper down and cop that Jag'

I got a closet full of ammunition and funds

Mink, Rocawear, and some guns

Pelle and a fresh pair or Jordans

Dro packs and Bo Jacks and Air Maxes, throwback and 1s

No max for none

(When I go up in the store, a **** never get enough)

I'm a baller, if you want it, come and get it now

(****, come to a race where we ball, you won't catch up)

And the Twista kinda wicked when I spit it now

I be choppin' up cheddar with Kanye

Chop a little cheddar up with Jay

Chop it up with the O to the Kizzay

Poppin' big tags with the flow and dough, we get busy

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin', we be poppin' tags

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin', we be poppin' tags

My throwback game is whiffle wicked

Saint Patty's Day, green pinstripe, number 20, Mark Spitz-in'

Jersey, ooh-wee, with the matchin' New Era fitted

White boys say my style is bitchin', keepin' coke in the kitchen

Keep a Glock that'll shock and bring the rest

Tucked underneath my Mitchell & Ness

I'm scramblin', handlin' with a .45 cannon

It's tucked in my Marc Buchanan

Extra clips and shells in the lambskin

Two deep by Pelle Pelle

Westside, how they fell, they fell

More Gs on me than a late '80s Gucci leather

Worn by the great Rakim himself

Stitched by Dapper Dan, oh, man, with the gun in hand

I leave your blood squirting

No offense, I'll put your face on the chest

Of a sweatshirt drawn by Shirt Kings

I been fucking a hustle, married to a racket

Since the first Air Jordans and Starter jackets

I slept with a package under mattress

I carry guns heavy, speak easy, slight with the fight words

I'll put something hot through your motherfuckin' iceberg

Got a project chica named Rica

She keep a purse full of dro reefer

Small, pinkies like that, talk till the paper fat

I rock something, roll chief Sacks like Daddy Fat

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin', we be poppin' tags

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin', we be poppin' tags

Pop tags in reverse, you'll be needin' a nurse

Leave you layin' on your back in a Cadillac hearse

Now your mama in all black with a matchin' purse

I know you wanna blow up, but a funeral hurts

What's worse, you can hit the mall and ball till you fall

Have to make a collect all 'cause your cell cut off

Trot to the mailbox expectin' a check, but the mails run short

No more MD, DD, LD, that means

Movie date, dinner date, lunch date, help me please

My sheets is gone, long bread to the short bread, word is bond

Meticulously pimpously serve the song

Act a damn donkey like the pilgrims

When they popped the tag on the Indians' home

Drop top rag-o with the weed gone

Chillin', bags in the trunk full of FAO Schwarz for the chillins

Spend a few shillings, flip a few chickens

Lick a few kittens, just kiddin'

A fresh bowl of milk is in the fridge, and

Can you pop the tags on the honeycombs?

Oh, no, you can't mad 'cause the money done slowed down

Just a lil' bit, dipped, poked out, did some shull-bit

Actin' like a pitfall bull-pit, dead game is the pulpit

Leave a motherfucker with his John Doe toe tag clipped

Imperial classic, a lyrical thrashin', a miracle happenin'

Jay-Z, Killer Mike, and Big Boi rappin' and rhymin' it's that big

Pop that tag on some of this game

Holla-tic, swallow and keep the change

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin', we be poppin' tags

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin', we be poppin' tags