Hash Tag Lyrics

Ima a mf'n dope slapper

Got fronted a book but you ain't make it out the first chapter

An my scale got so much dust get a gram after

She lying, I rammed yo bitch nigga I'm Matthew Stafford

Died tryna stand up now that's the last laugh

It's been a drought on the water it's like the last bath

Yea despencery lick, get the gas mask

They caught lil baby gettin breakfast now he a hashtag!

I'm from that crowd you got hand to hand

Shootin china from new york my plug was jemery lin

Mike Bibby ot they driving passed the Tenn

They just tryna get them blues off Bobby bland

Duke was slidin base but he aint make home

K drop a lp on yo corner but won't make a song

Shorty bought a Glock 21 he tryna make it grown

Couldn't afford a pair of pumas, I still made tee moan

I'm waist deep but I got a coco wit me

They call her diamond n the club she stripped n bought some Tiffany

Use to fuck rats on rugs you can ask Cynthia

Shy bitches give me smurks, like im friends wit ndia

Used to serve em out to Hana

She ain't want no Beni's then

She ain't kill identical but She smoke on twenty twins

After math use to load 50, hated by many men

Was chiefin bows n mount pleasant but I ain't Indian

I'm from the lan I needa sing nigga

Get money my genes, thought my father died n green denim's

Ain't nothing safe when it's free picks

Get cold I'm Justin Simmons

My first car came Minute Maid

Dealer sold me a lemon

Damn North just hit a smoove stain

Set up a play get down on it

Ain't kool wit the gang

We came up matching n match boxes

You don't do the same

Mike ah check yo king run in yo castle

Snatch lil bronny james, bitch,

Two techs throw like he double dutchin

I count chicken from my bitches but I had to dump lin

She got bank but hit glass, female Timmy Duncan

Fiend Chris snort that brown his heart a gettin to crumpin

I put Two bs on my feet I had rock bob barkers

They thru a book at my baby I'm tryna kill the author

I crammed lil shorty off ya set I did it for the culture

Upstate knife game they tryna practice sculptures

You bought that bitch jordan OGs

You thought she was the one

She left yo fruit ass shot to vegas baby Kelsey plum

It's helmet to helmet n the field can't play safe Patrick chung

My plug on deck don't need no aid he had a ten year run

Bad bitches ima tear a squad they resurrected pun

The rat was shining n courtrooms they tryna drop yo sun

Sippin' dirty cup infected im a baby scum

Monclear wit the bubble guts, bro might need some tums

Ima a mf'n dope slapper

Got fronted a book but you ain't make it out the first chapter

An my scale got so much dust get a gram after

She lying, I rammed yo bitch nigga I'm Matthew Stafford

Died tryna stand up now that's the last laugh

It's been a drought on the water it's like the last bath

Yea despencery lick, get the gas mask

They caught lil baby gettin breakfast now he a hashtag!