"Taylor Swift" lyrics
Ferragamo slippers, reading Donald Goins
Grandma was religious, raised a lot of boys
On a bike like Taney Lister, living life with poise
Neighbors, they complaining daily, they don't like the noise
Table full of baggies, watching Law and Order
Can't bring bitches to the beach, act like they brought the water
Stephen King, all in my speech, sometimes I'm talking horror
Rest in peace to Georgia, your Armani my fedora
In the panels of the door, dope was in that Explorer
Getting stopped drinking, every corner seen a tourist
Not no horoscope, detectives come for all the coke
June 3rd, 1988, when Janice water broke
Knew the world was cold before she bought a coat
Everything already written, one eye in the scope
I got that fettyi vision, they're the prison
That's his only option, so he heavy ripping, that's he gripping
Teachers told his mother that he never listen
In every mention, nodding off from syrup sipping
Fiend said that last batch was trash, and he laughed
They went around the block, they get they rocks, now niggas mad
Don't end up in the bag, the majority doing bad
Please, don't ask me if you can hold something
When your credit card started hitting, I couldn't hold nothing
Breaking down your weed right in front of me, wouldn't roll nothing
Anytime shit came up missing, act like I stole something
Raised by OG's, cops come around, we don't know nothing
I came up off a whole onion
Lenses called the area, bitch
Girl white as Taylor Swift, 95 South, we roll running
Helly hands and jackets with Ebonics playing
That rice and chicken taste much better if my mama made it
That coke you selling blow up like Osama made it
I'm from the trenches, but I'm prolly on Obama playlist
Remotely on the farm, I'm somewhere ganja tasting
With a project, bitch, still sought for my operation
Don't let your vices work against you, move in moderation
Her only occupation is whoever cock she tasting
It's beef and broccoli on the block, and it is not from Asians
A rasta told me about salazi, then we got the blazer
Walking shit down, killing it, think I copy Jason
Everything I do for my creation, Kobe, Kyrie, and Casey
If all my dreams came true, my team came through
Aqua Blue, Marine, my coupe
Yacht masters for the fastest, we racing in Louis Sox
Roofless tops on the penthouse, elevators and glocks, why not?
Please, don't ask me if you can hold something
When your credit card started hitting, I couldn't hold nothing
Breaking down your weed right in front of me, wouldn't roll nothing
Anytime shit came up missing, act like I stole something
Geez, cops coming around, we don't know nothing
I came up on for a whole onion
Links just call the air, you bitch
Girl white as Taylor Swift, 95 South, we roll running
Grandma was religious, raised a lot of boys
On a bike like Taney Lister, living life with poise
Neighbors, they complaining daily, they don't like the noise
Table full of baggies, watching Law and Order
Can't bring bitches to the beach, act like they brought the water
Stephen King, all in my speech, sometimes I'm talking horror
Rest in peace to Georgia, your Armani my fedora
In the panels of the door, dope was in that Explorer
Getting stopped drinking, every corner seen a tourist
Not no horoscope, detectives come for all the coke
June 3rd, 1988, when Janice water broke
Knew the world was cold before she bought a coat
Everything already written, one eye in the scope
I got that fettyi vision, they're the prison
That's his only option, so he heavy ripping, that's he gripping
Teachers told his mother that he never listen
In every mention, nodding off from syrup sipping
Fiend said that last batch was trash, and he laughed
They went around the block, they get they rocks, now niggas mad
Don't end up in the bag, the majority doing bad
Please, don't ask me if you can hold something
When your credit card started hitting, I couldn't hold nothing
Breaking down your weed right in front of me, wouldn't roll nothing
Anytime shit came up missing, act like I stole something
Raised by OG's, cops come around, we don't know nothing
I came up off a whole onion
Lenses called the area, bitch
Girl white as Taylor Swift, 95 South, we roll running
Helly hands and jackets with Ebonics playing
That rice and chicken taste much better if my mama made it
That coke you selling blow up like Osama made it
I'm from the trenches, but I'm prolly on Obama playlist
Remotely on the farm, I'm somewhere ganja tasting
With a project, bitch, still sought for my operation
Don't let your vices work against you, move in moderation
Her only occupation is whoever cock she tasting
It's beef and broccoli on the block, and it is not from Asians
A rasta told me about salazi, then we got the blazer
Walking shit down, killing it, think I copy Jason
Everything I do for my creation, Kobe, Kyrie, and Casey
If all my dreams came true, my team came through
Aqua Blue, Marine, my coupe
Yacht masters for the fastest, we racing in Louis Sox
Roofless tops on the penthouse, elevators and glocks, why not?
Please, don't ask me if you can hold something
When your credit card started hitting, I couldn't hold nothing
Breaking down your weed right in front of me, wouldn't roll nothing
Anytime shit came up missing, act like I stole something
Geez, cops coming around, we don't know nothing
I came up on for a whole onion
Links just call the air, you bitch
Girl white as Taylor Swift, 95 South, we roll running
