Lyrics TAG$ - Joac Nongava , Blue-Jay

Fakustash
Yeah
Yeaah
Yeyeaah
Yeah
Eeaah
Skrrr
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Eaah
Skrrr
Eaah
Eaah
Eaah Eaah Eaah Eaah Eaah

She pops a lotta tags, she pops a lotta tags
Busting out her jeans, she busting out her jeans
She wears designer tags, she wears designer tags
She busting out her skirt, she busting out her skrr skrr
Whole money bags, that's whole money bags
Apple bottom trees, that's whole money trees
She pops a lotta tags, she pops a lotta tags
She busting out her jeans, she busting out her jeans

Young fakustash, I'm young fakustash
Whole lotta gangsters, it's a whole lotta gang
Yeah mommy bad, she a bad little thing
Lui V shades Faragama scarf
Whole lotta swag, it's a whole lotta swag
Buying out the mall for a whole lotta bands
Designer everything that's a whole lotta brand
Busting out the bank for a whole lotta stacks
Fucking up a cheque, I'm fucking up a cheque
Roll another bag, I'm rolling up a bag
Blow a lotta smoke, we blowing up some dank
Whole lotta gangster, it's a whole lotta gang
Blow a lotta cash, she blows a lotta cash
Breaking up my bank, she breaking down my bank
Bad little bad for a whole lotta stacks

She pops a lotta tags, she pops a lotta tags
Busting out her jeans, she busting out her jeans
She wears designer tags, she wears designer tags
She busting out her skirt, she busting out her skrr skrr
Whole money bags, that's whole money bags
Apple bottom trees, that's whole money trees
She pops a lotta tags, she pops a lotta tags
She busting out her jeans, she busting out her jeans

Ok she rock a lotta tags
She wonder with the bag
Yeah she tryna be in my bed
But all she get is head
I heard she looking for a man but I just need a bad one
I'm tryna get this stack, Cause I just wanna flex
Hope out the whip (Skrr)
Yo shawty caught feelings she know that I'm the shit
You can't resist, young nigga on the way to some ritches
Top of the list
Top of your heart
On top of your bitch
Who that jitta, I'm from the 6
Come to my town, see how i live
Run with the pack, you know that we lit
Smoke on the Aah, burn out yo lips
Ganja for my, I'm a stunna
Ain't no papi, I'm Don Dada
When I hit the switch gotta hide yo daughter
Smooth like butter, move like water
I don't want bread, I want the toast
Fakustash nigga doing the most
Fuck around and turn a nigga to ghost
Don't even bother you moving slow
Aaaah
I'm trigger happy I go hahahahaha
Tryna run up on a nigga that's a nanananana
I ain't gone stop, till I pop

She pops a lotta tags, she pops a lotta tags
Busting out her jeans, she busting out her jeans
She wears designer tags, she wears designer tags
She busting out her skirt, she busting out her skrr skrr
Whole money bags, that's whole money bags
Apple bottom trees, that's whole money trees
She pops a lotta tags, she pops a lotta tags
She busting out her jeans, she busting out her jeans

She got a whole lotta ass and a whole lotta drama
I just need some time I'll show you figures with some commas
Yeah I'm putting in the work
Forever working on a verse
And when she bust it open put it straight up in her ass
Cause she all about the racks
You will never see her stress
And I make her ass clap
That's a whole lotta hands
Yeah I'm dirty as a sewer
Just look how I maneuver
Through the struggle like a soldier
Bitch I told yah all my flows are holy water
Ask jehovah, I'm a pimp Casanova
And I don't call her over man she coming by herself
And I love to hit it raw, put the condom on the shelf
I'm a young born stunner watch me get it by myself bitch

She pops a lotta tags, she pops a lotta tags
Busting out her jeans, she busting out her jeans
She wears designer tags, she wears designer tags
She busting out her skirt, she busting out her skrr skrr
Whole money bags, that's whole money bags
Apple bottom trees, that's whole money trees
She pops a lotta tags, she pops a lotta tags
She busting out her jeans, she busting out her jeans