Taylor Gang
You need to rock your Ts for this one
Murder on the beat
Star Power
Shout out to one and one
Wiz Khalifa
Shout out the one, two
Yeah
Uh
Say you got a nine, got a K, got a MAC
I got a bitch with fake tits, my name on her back
She cooks, she cleans for me
Stays with the strap
So a nigga act up, playing games, it’s a wrap
My pockets Gordo, you ain’t saying nothing
Like a nigga with no back, you lames stay fronting
Stay fronting
Thought that you were shining, but what happened?
That shit ain’t yours, niggas only rapping
Oh
Where the cash at?
Where the stash at?
You baby sitting that blunt
Nigga, pass that
Shorty got a cute face and her ass fat
If she ride good dick, call her NASDAQ
Yeah, the boy got bankroll
Taylors on the feet, smoke Sweets by the caseload
Bankroll, bankroll, the boy got bankroll
Pockets on swole like the BM’s ankles
And I look young, but my money is way grown
And my blunt thick, look like I’m eating a egg roll
Niggas sound hard when they be on a song
But under pressure y’all fold like a knee or an elbow
I hear y’all talking
Talking
You ain’t saying nothing
Nothing
Seen y’all shopping
What?
You ain’t buying nothing
Buying nothing
I’m sicker than anyone I been compared with
Why?
‘Cause y’all ain’t coming close, I’m in the air, bitch
Bitch
Yeah
It’s Khalifa, man
Star Power
Mr
Spacely
What up, Taylor Gang?
When you see that yellow B…
Ha ha
You know it’s me
Star Power
Star Year
What up to the whole Taylor Gang?
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