Taylor Gang

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang

You know I'm repping Taylor's

On my way from Cali

So you know I'm smoking flavors

Ain't fucking with blunts

You know we only smoking papers

And I throw it up

So they can know just what my gang is

Motherfucker hater

Left the crib with ten grand

Bought a hundred pair

I'm the coach

I could show you how to be a player

Five eighths is the fitted bitches love my hair

Camo shorts go with anything I wanna wear

They let me in the club, fuck a dress code

Me and all my ****'s rolling up the best smoke

O.G. Kush from the west coast

Oh, you down to fuck?

Shorty, let's go

Diamonds in my chain

****'s trying to steal my lane

Chronic in my brain, bitch

I'm repping Taylor Gang

Smoke till I'm insane, drinking till I'm throwing up

Only papers if you Taylor'd, ****, throw it up

High socks, low cuts

Smell that good weed, then you know it's us

That yellow car pulling up

Them **** ain't hot so they ain't close to us

Down to fly your two fingers and hold 'em up

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang

You know I'm repping Taylor's

On my way from Cali

So you know I'm smoking flavors

Ain't fucking with blunts

You know we only smoking papers

And I throw it up

So they can know just what my gang is

Motherfucker hater

Bought a crib like Scarface's, this is my world

All my ****'s down to bang but we can try worse

Smoking ounces to the head till my mind twirls

I'm the mayor and my bitch look like a flag girl

Topic of discussion

Talk shit 'cause their bitches love us

Plus them ****'s suckas, I got that in Living Color

All my cars are different colors

All my broads are different colors

All I do is fuck 'em once

And I don't call or give 'em numbers

Rolex, more sex, good weed, no stress

Run my town, arms, chest, lift weights, Boflex

Throw your set up

What you rep when you twisting your fingers

Real recognize real and my nig, you a stranger

Gotta bank full of skrilla, a brain full of papers

Got a phone full of hoes and a gang full of Taylors

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang

You know I'm repping Taylor's

On my way from Cali

So you know I'm smoking flavors

Ain't fucking with blunts

You know we only smoking papers

And I throw it up

So they can know just what my gang is

Motherfucker hater

You see me out, I rep my gang

Used to serve that John McCain

That John McCain

Hold up, they don't know my name

Chevy (Who?) Chevy (Who?)

Look at all the shit them dollars do

Getting all this money with you-know-who

It's Taylor Gang over you

We popping bottles, gang signs

All my **** gang signs

Rolling up gang signs

****'s tripping, bang time

Hold up, what they say 'bout us

Same **** gotta get the okay 'bout stuff

They ain't in the same league

They don't play like us

No stems, no seeds, keep that rolled up

Bang on them hoes, we does that

Socket work, I just had a plug for that

Get your Taylor on

On whatever you rep

Throwing up the gang

Forty eight hunnids still repping a set

Got these **** tripping and these bitches, too

They just haters, though

No matter what we do

What up, cuz, on the left side

It's Taylor Gang and that's or die (Chevy)

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang

You know I'm repping Taylor's

On my way from Cali

So you know I'm smoking flavors

Ain't fucking with blunts

You know we only smoking papers

And I throw it up

So they can know just what my gang is

Motherfucker hater