"Chorus"Tagger slangers surd up bangers tattoed up got me feeling like a banner ta ta ta taggers (x3)
"Verse1" Tattoed up from the feet homie, always hungry where the beef homie, still young but im knowin bout the crease homie, pour some pisto on the grass for the deceased homie.
Since a kid I been grown ese 89 baby you gon feel me presence, cuete to the dome my boy no flexin, camaradas got me so I talk so reckless.
All time high doing dirt, what you thought us taggers don't protect our turf,
Backpacks spray cans and a magnum, I ain't talkin condoms I'll peel yo wrapper,
40 ounces bubble in my stomach catch the opposition so I rep it and I run it,
Back on the block homies rollin up a leno, politicin with the big homies bout respeto, put us on game bout the varrios and derechos, but honestly taggin on they walls is on my mental.
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"Verse2" Me and my homies on a mission out to mob, sippin King kobrass and my frajo so im on, nikees on tight juras don't leave us alone, and if they pull over you already know im gon.
Day after day mission after mission, mama tell me stay home but I never listen, week after week screen keep missin, my window was the way out she sat up in the kitchen. Late night jales sentras civics, we hear ya base or see ya rims niggga we gon steal it, leave it on 90th and central on some bricks and primos got tools and coca so they strip it. Vandalismo mexicano es mi vida reyes de los angeles our haters wanna be us, sharpies decos crylics slaptags, fat caps blast inked up hashtags. Low riders posted on the boulevard, hit the switch one time when you pullin off, watch the juras pull up and we outie, got some hynas waitin on me cant be sittin in the county.
