Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pricetag, artist - Mozzy. Album song Beyond Bulletproof, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, Mozzy
Song language: English
Pricetag |
| Shooter geekin' off that Molly, he might pop some', yeah |
| Nobody tried us, he just wanna catch a body for me |
| Everything I own, that’s me, I got it out of the streets |
| Got some choppers in the closet, bring 'em out if it’s beef |
| Price tag on his head, and ain’t shit to get your mind bought |
| Make sure he dead, raise out the car and let that 9 off |
| Seventeen shots, empty the clip before we ride off |
| Heard that boy been woofin', left him stinkin' on that sidewalk |
| Aye, bitch, I bang until the death of me |
| Killers that’ll step for me (Huh) |
| Of course I love my aunty, I just hate she on that 'phetamine |
| Suckas all scared of me, scientific fact though |
| I just checked the 'Gram, nobody died, we doubled back though |
| Woofin' get you bagged though, boolin' in my bathrobe |
| Tending to this trap phone |
| Shoot him if his mask’s on, I’m tryna knock his mask off |
| Fire up and stab off, synthetic cathinones, my drilla off of bathsalt |
| Nail him to the asphalt, business boomin', bag talk |
| Buy it wholesale, and then we sell it to 'em half off |
| Fuck the opposition, bitch, I’m trippin', tear his ass off |
| Fuck the opposition, bitch, I’m trippin', tear his ass off |
| Shooter geekin' off that Molly, he might pop some', yeah |
| Nobody tried us, he just wanna catch a body for me |
| Everything I own, that’s me, I got it out of the streets |
| Got some choppers in the closet, bring 'em out if it’s beef |
| Price tag on his head, and ain’t shit to get your mind bought |
| Make sure he dead, raise out the car and let that 9 off |
| Seventeen shots, empty the clip before we ride off |
| Heard that boy been woofin', left him stinkin' on that sidewalk |
| Foenem tweakin', bussin' in the party droppin' gang signs |
| If we pop out late, we tryna score, lil' bitch, it’s game time |
| Ready for whatever, I won’t hesitate to bang mine |
| I went through the struggle, but I made it through that pain fine |
| Now it’s all smiles, I swear we spent so many days crying |
| Remember selling crack, weed and pills at the same time |
| Now I’m swerving foreigns, you might catch me switching lanes, flying |
| Ballin' like I’m Jordan, I be fly like I got hang time |
| Shooter geekin' off that Molly, he might pop some', yeah |
| Nobody tried us, he just wanna catch a body for me |
| Everything I own, that’s me, I got it out of the streets |
| Got some choppers in the closet, bring 'em out if it’s beef |
| Price tag on his head, and ain’t shit to get your mind bought |
| Make sure he dead, raise out the car and let that 9 off |
| Seventeen shots, empty the clip before we ride off |
| Heard that boy been woofin', left him stinkin' on that sidewalk |
| I know these niggas pussy, I can’t catch him? |
| Knock his dog off |
| At your mama' job every day until she call off |
| I might send a nigga on a dead end with a sawed-off |
| If you diss me on your Instagram-Live, then you gettin' logged off |
| I don’t like to talk on phones, police going through them call-logs |
| You throw’d the rock then hid your hand, ok cool, we gon' kill all y’all |
| Lil' nigga, but I’m big dog, I’m who they call when shit pop-off |
| Or we can get your block took off, don’t be expecting me to look out |
| Shooter geekin' off that Molly, he might pop some', yeah |
| Nobody tried us, he just wanna catch a body for me |
| Everything I own, that’s me, I got it out of the streets |
| Got some choppers in the closet, bring 'em out if it’s beef |
| Price tag on his head, and ain’t shit to get your mind bought |
| Make sure he dead, raise out the car and let that 9 off |
| Seventeen shots, empty the clip before we ride off |
| Heard that boy been woofin', left him stinkin' on that sidewalk |