I’m on that tagger shit, rock a backpack with mad cans in it, rust those my 45 and the tip is the magnums clip
Paintin shit see a pig and I’m jammin it
Forget to close the glass up in Walmart
I’m rackin it, Jackin it, mad cans in my jacket kid I don’t smoke cause them paint fumes get you higher than Cannabis
Young, tough, ruthless 987 dropping more bombs than 9/11 somebody call the reverend this may get tragic cause I’m taggin more shit than a Facebook addict
Fuck the government and how they look at it
Cause I did more time than a straight crooked damit, los padrinos to east la [?]
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Stay rockin’ paint stains on my pants
Never knew I can gain fame with a glance of other people’s eyes now my names in the trends
And girls love the the way I rock my Name on they ass
Been doing graf every day for the past couple years double dare you to take a chance, yo and run up across the five interstate I did but didn’t end up missing my dinner plate
Mom worries about me homie, mom worries about me ( mom worries ) mom worries about me homie check me out