Hashtag by Jay Mauve Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Hook]
He thought he could get away easy
My shooters; they need me
We spinning for payback
I'm clutching on .223’s, bust at his knees
Spin off in a Maybach
Pop open his brain, I'm clutching my chain
The opps might try to come take that
Today he was living, tomorrow we spinnin'
We turn that ’lil boy to a Hashtag
She wanna fuck, I tell her she in luck
Hope she know she ain't getting my Cashapp
Goin' to different cities, I'm feeling like Diddy
I land, and my head catchin' Jetlag
Poppin' they tops when we spin on they block
Start to think that they heads must be price tags
Think that I'm nice, 'til my dogs do you right
Talk crazy, then wе come and die that
[Verse 1]
I got bands
And we flipping thеm figures
Whenever it’s nighttime
Catch you dead at the stop sign
I’m a demon all year
Work angel just part-time
Ain't see bro in a long time
Free ’Lil Q, he been gone
Ain't do no crime
Need this bread, so I'm gon' rhyme
Be at the top wit’ the gang
We gon' all shine (We gon' all shine)
My city got talent
Know niggas; swear to God
They all rhyme
Young nigga from Northside
Niggas that hated today
Man, they all died
Said they "Slime", they all lied
Hit the 'stu wit' the gang, 1 A.M and we all tired
Eyes low, 'cause we all fried
Don't test one of us, it come to it, we all ride
[Pre-Hook]
Keep one of us strapped
We got a motto, "Stack Season"
Not one of us gon' lack
Can't be toe-tagged
Bitch talk crazy, call mine, and I get that 'lil hoe dragged
Take my flow back
They know my shit hot, they listen like
"Damn, who wrote that?"
But I won't brag
If I do one show, I make riches
One song is a whole bag
[Hook]
He thought he could get away easy
My shooters; they need me
We spinning for payback
I'm clutching on .223's, bust at his knees
Spin off in a Maybach
I'm clutching my chain, I'm clutching my chain
The opps might try to come take that
Today he was living, tomorrow we spinnin'
We turn that 'lil boy to a Hashtag
She wanna fuck, I tell her she in luck
Hope she know she ain't getting my Cashapp
Goin' to different cities, I'm feeling like Diddy
I land, and my head catchin' Jetlag
Poppin' they tops when we spin on they block
Start to think that they heads must be price tags
Think that I'm nice, 'til my dogs do you right
Talk crazy, then we come and die that
He thought he could get away easy
My shooters; they need me
We spinning for payback
I'm clutching on .223's, bust at his knees
Spin off in a Maybach
Pop open his brain, I'm clutching my chain
The opps might try to come take that
Today he was living, tomorrow we spinnin'
We turn that 'lil boy to a Hashtag
[Verse 1]
They all on my dick
Could've sworn they was hating
Now they a fan?
Nigga fuck is you saying?
How I just start, and already the greatest?
I was just broke, now I'm wearing the latest
Today I'm in Philly, tomorrow in Vegas
Just want the money, don't wanna be famous
Had to patient, the shit that I hated
Praying to God, so happy I waited
Came from the mud, and I came from the gutta
My heart so cold, was freezing in Summer
'Member them nights we only had each other
Who would I be to go fold for another?
Do it for my Dad, and some more for my Mother
I stand ten toes, y'all might see me suffer
It was so hard to just try to recover
Ran up some milli's, and threw them some numbers
[Pre-Hook]
Keep one of us strapped (Strapped)
We got a motto, "Stack Season"
Not one of us gon' lack (Gon' lack)
Can't be toe-tagged (Mm, mm, mm)
Bitch talk crazy, call mine, and I get that 'lil hoe dragged
Take my flow back
They know my shit hot, they listen like
"Damn, who wrote that?"
But I won't brag
If I do one show, I make riches
One song is a whole bag
[Hook]
He thought he could get away easy
My shooters; they need me
We spinning for payback
I'm clutching on .223's, bust at his knees
Spin off in a Maybach
Pop open his brain, I'm clutching my chain
The opps might try to come take that
Today he was living, tomorrow we spinnin'
We turn that 'lil boy to a Hashtag
She wanna fuck, I tell her she in luck
Hope she know she ain't getting my Cashapp
Goin' to different cities, I'm feeling like Diddy
I land, and my head catchin' Jetlag
We poppin' they tops when we spin on they block
Start to think that they heads must be price tags
Think that I'm nice, 'til my dogs do you right
Talk crazy, then we come and die that
He thought he could get away easy
My shooters; they need me
We spinning for payback
I'm clutching on .223's, bust at his knees
Spin off in a Maybach
Pop open his brain, I'm clutching my chain
The opps might try to come take that
Today he was living, tomorrow we spinnin'
We turn that 'lil boy to a Hashtag
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Hook]
He thought he could get away easy
My shooters; they need me
We spinning for payback
I'm clutching on .223’s, bust at his knees
Spin off in a Maybach
Pop open his brain, I'm clutching my chain
The opps might try to come take that
Today he was living, tomorrow we spinnin'
We turn that ’lil boy to a Hashtag
She wanna fuck, I tell her she in luck
Hope she know she ain't getting my Cashapp
Goin' to different cities, I'm feeling like Diddy
I land, and my head catchin' Jetlag
Poppin' they tops when we spin on they block
Start to think that they heads must be price tags
Think that I'm nice, 'til my dogs do you right
Talk crazy, then wе come and die that
[Verse 1]
I got bands
And we flipping thеm figures
Whenever it’s nighttime
Catch you dead at the stop sign
I’m a demon all year
Work angel just part-time
Ain't see bro in a long time
Free ’Lil Q, he been gone
Ain't do no crime
Need this bread, so I'm gon' rhyme
Be at the top wit’ the gang
We gon' all shine (We gon' all shine)
My city got talent
Know niggas; swear to God
They all rhyme
Young nigga from Northside
Niggas that hated today
Man, they all died
Said they "Slime", they all lied
Hit the 'stu wit' the gang, 1 A.M and we all tired
Eyes low, 'cause we all fried
Don't test one of us, it come to it, we all ride
[Pre-Hook]
Keep one of us strapped
We got a motto, "Stack Season"
Not one of us gon' lack
Can't be toe-tagged
Bitch talk crazy, call mine, and I get that 'lil hoe dragged
Take my flow back
They know my shit hot, they listen like
"Damn, who wrote that?"
But I won't brag
If I do one show, I make riches
One song is a whole bag
[Hook]
He thought he could get away easy
My shooters; they need me
We spinning for payback
I'm clutching on .223's, bust at his knees
Spin off in a Maybach
I'm clutching my chain, I'm clutching my chain
The opps might try to come take that
Today he was living, tomorrow we spinnin'
We turn that 'lil boy to a Hashtag
She wanna fuck, I tell her she in luck
Hope she know she ain't getting my Cashapp
Goin' to different cities, I'm feeling like Diddy
I land, and my head catchin' Jetlag
Poppin' they tops when we spin on they block
Start to think that they heads must be price tags
Think that I'm nice, 'til my dogs do you right
Talk crazy, then we come and die that
He thought he could get away easy
My shooters; they need me
We spinning for payback
I'm clutching on .223's, bust at his knees
Spin off in a Maybach
Pop open his brain, I'm clutching my chain
The opps might try to come take that
Today he was living, tomorrow we spinnin'
We turn that 'lil boy to a Hashtag
[Verse 1]
They all on my dick
Could've sworn they was hating
Now they a fan?
Nigga fuck is you saying?
How I just start, and already the greatest?
I was just broke, now I'm wearing the latest
Today I'm in Philly, tomorrow in Vegas
Just want the money, don't wanna be famous
Had to patient, the shit that I hated
Praying to God, so happy I waited
Came from the mud, and I came from the gutta
My heart so cold, was freezing in Summer
'Member them nights we only had each other
Who would I be to go fold for another?
Do it for my Dad, and some more for my Mother
I stand ten toes, y'all might see me suffer
It was so hard to just try to recover
Ran up some milli's, and threw them some numbers
[Pre-Hook]
Keep one of us strapped (Strapped)
We got a motto, "Stack Season"
Not one of us gon' lack (Gon' lack)
Can't be toe-tagged (Mm, mm, mm)
Bitch talk crazy, call mine, and I get that 'lil hoe dragged
Take my flow back
They know my shit hot, they listen like
"Damn, who wrote that?"
But I won't brag
If I do one show, I make riches
One song is a whole bag
[Hook]
He thought he could get away easy
My shooters; they need me
We spinning for payback
I'm clutching on .223's, bust at his knees
Spin off in a Maybach
Pop open his brain, I'm clutching my chain
The opps might try to come take that
Today he was living, tomorrow we spinnin'
We turn that 'lil boy to a Hashtag
She wanna fuck, I tell her she in luck
Hope she know she ain't getting my Cashapp
Goin' to different cities, I'm feeling like Diddy
I land, and my head catchin' Jetlag
We poppin' they tops when we spin on they block
Start to think that they heads must be price tags
Think that I'm nice, 'til my dogs do you right
Talk crazy, then we come and die that
He thought he could get away easy
My shooters; they need me
We spinning for payback
I'm clutching on .223's, bust at his knees
Spin off in a Maybach
Pop open his brain, I'm clutching my chain
The opps might try to come take that
Today he was living, tomorrow we spinnin'
We turn that 'lil boy to a Hashtag
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah