Cabin Fever

Yeah

Yeah

You **** know its the gang or kill yourself, right?

Yeah

Yup

Red hat, black chucks, black 501s on

That's your baby momma but her numbers in my iPhone

Yeah I got a girl but I swear I need a newer bitch

Let her out the house and I'll be leaving here with your bitch

I'm flyin' in a different city every night

Got everything I ever wanted so this can't be life

Breaking down the weed I'm 'bout to make a plane

A hundred **** with me all reppin' Taylor Gang

Yeah bitch

Okay

Yeah

Yup

Lot of **** fake but me I give these hoes faith

Feed her alcohol and leave that bitch with no taste

Out of this world need my own space

Back seat and I'm a ride until the chrome break

Big heat will turn your body to a cold case

She don't even make it rain she just throw me face

Got some **** quick to bang like they Major Payne

Told Lil' mom I rep the gang she just say the same

Yeah bitch

If you see 'em point 'em out

If you see 'em point 'em out

There's a bad bitch in here

And you see her point her out

There's a bad bitch in here

And you see her point her out

Yeah, yup

You show up to concerts looking like a fan

I pull up in car service looking like the man

Hella reefer smoke, a lot of pictures being taken

My bitch from Atlanta, my weed is Jamaican

I don't talk much, too many **** hatin

Buy the boutique that's my type of conversation

I dropped a little change on these hater frames

Took her car keys and let her play the wing

Mm-hmm, you lil bitch

Now go and pick that money up

Not 'cause I said so, because you want to, nah