Izaya Tiji
Price tag snippet
[Intro]
Ah—
Yes, she say i'm so toxic
Yes, she say i'm her type n***a
Get hit wit' this 5.6
Yeah, hit him like comet
Yeah, Yeah, that's my shit
Broke n***a, no i can't find him
Broke n***a, n***a got Jordan's on
Cut a bitch off n***a i'm done now
Can't go in
Can't go gunning him, yeah

[Chorus]
She blowing my phone in the club
Stop calling my phone i'm not for all that
I know i fucked up n***a, my bad
I know i messed up on the price tag
Price tag
No racks
Get back
Talk, then burning his pack
Yeah, I'ma get back
Pull up i'm like “gimme yo' crack”
Took my spot, they took my crack
All my n***as get to balling like they drafted
(All my n***as get to balling like they drafted)
[Verse]
All that fake shit can't have no perc's
(All that fake shit can't have no perc's)
Fuck all that back shit, she want my heart
(Fuck all that back shit, she want my heart)
Yeah, Yeah, I just want her park
(Yeah, Yeah, I just want her park)
I feel like i'm stoned, feels like i'm in a damn rocket
Yeah, this girl keep rocking…
And i'm crying from this sex
Fix my balls
I say “next”
He don't want beef, he too stressed
Know i live in the streets so rad
All i want is just head
Stop telling me i need to take my meds
Y'all can't be the same n***as that shook my hand
I treat that pussy like summer mistletoe
She get back like she so addicted, oh
Yeah, i popped her thing out the mirror
Yeah, i cannot get some lips when i'm breaking her fucking yam up
Happened the same time, heard you on that slime shit bro
Uh, too in love, in love, in love now wit' you girl…
Yeah, Yeah
(Yeah, Yeah)
[Chorus]
She blowing my phone in the club
Stop calling my phone i'm not for all that
I know i fucked up n***a, my bad
(I know i fucked up n***a, my bad)