Chuck - Wiz Khalifa, Chevy Woods, Neako

Big house, four whips, hella tattoos

Smoke good and your bitch think I’m bad news

Bout to go nuts nigga, cashews

Promoter asked me if I’m booked

I say I’m past due

Maserati look mean and it’s fast too

Cinderella bout to get that bitch some glass shoes

Niggas acting mushy like cat food

Niggas acting pussy like cats do

Get a little money nigga, that’s cool

But put your niggas on, then you really that dude

Smoking two Ls, living large

See my watch and wanna know how much it really cost

AP that’s an Audemars

Agents calling, bitch I’m balling like I’m Stoudemire

Store running out of papers cause I bought em all

Niggas claiming that they Taylors but they not at all

Not far from the tree thats where the apple fall

Say the wrong words, guys knock your apple off

No sweetener straight apple sauce

Doing movie roles, rapper slash actor dog

I’m not a star, somebody lied

I’m rolling weed up in my car

And getting high

If I die today, remember me like Jimi Hendrix

Butt-ass naked covered in all bad bitches

Chevy

I’m praying for you niggas

I put that on my Rosary

Flash like diamonds, tell me what you tryna see

Us high beams, this just a pinky though

Washing machine work, I keep a couple loads

Foreign bitch, she don’t even talk

She just drop the money off and got a sexy walk

365, no days off

Shit I’m the reason they say hard work pays off

Twenty-eight to fifty-six is what I learn first

Parks Bonifay, you see just how that work surf

Oh I’m some big shit, Notorious

Get you some gunplay basterd inglourious

I got the top chopped off riding Ichobad

Head riding shotgun, oh that’s your broad

Bright lights, dead Charley

Ignorant white, Bill O’Reilly

I’m kinda high

They looking for me, I was probably in the sky

I’m always fried when I hop in that double S

I can be there in a minute

Pepsi blue, I’m the ice cube riding in it

Lightly tinted, I be ghost

Blowing smoke, calling them bitches up

Dick em down when I pick em up

Never keep em close

Hit em and then I switch em up

Audemars bruh, Wizzles riding in Pick up trucks

Riding puff bus, tough luck you dumb fucks

Never came up, while we riding on planes bruh

Yeah we counting hundreds

A lot of hundreds, these niggas know that we run it

We never blunted

Smoking them raws cause we raw

Never flaw, fly as you ever saw

Real life we riding real cars

Hustle hard for muscle cars

Fuck the best broads

Blowing O’s at all cost

Natural born stars, what they saying, yeah

Taylor Gang Or Die

Wizzle