Pricetag Mozzy (Ft. Lil Poppa & Polo G)

[Intro]
(Mommy, India got the beats)
( Seph got the waves)

[Chorus: Lil Poppa & Polo G]
Shooter  geekin' off that molly, he might pop somethin', 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, it ain't shit to get your mind bought
Make sure he dead, raise out the car and let that nine off
Seventeen  shots, empty the clip before we ride off
Heard that boy been woofin', left him stankin' on that sidewalk

[Verse 1: Mozzy]
Ayy, bitch, I'm banging 'til the death of me, killers that'll step for me (Uh)
Course I love my auntie, I just hate she on that amphetamine
Sucker  side 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
Tendin' to this trap phone
Shoot him, if his mask on, I'm tryna knock his mask off
Fire up, then stab off
Synthetic cathinones, my driller off of bath salt
Nail him to the asphalt
Business boomin', bag talk
Buy it wholesale and then we sell it to him half-off
Fuck the opposition, bitch, I'm trippin', tear his ass off
Fuck the opposition, bitch, I'm trippin', tear his ass off