"TAX SEASON" lyrics
Uh, ayy
Short tempered, bitch keep me out your mentions
Before I dunk a three in this 20 in Zombieland but it's my decision
Nigga wake up mad, he finished, playing him like he fighting his demons
I stood on ten and kept my pride in tact, I know the meaning
My bitch now that my hood business, I'm OT with some bad Belizeans
Go against that mafioso guillotine, that shit treason
Nigga still playing defense, made a way and shit look easy
Get him old like baby Sosa, Truey jacket on, I'm kiefing
My bitch know my face goated, pop outside, she pardon me
Hit up twice in the leg, neck, but ain't no pain and he still breathing
Light a flick, I ain't with all that repetition, I made Ms in the main sense
Go against that grain, your best better be praying and go repent
Give a fuck 'bout niggas, I done had enough of niggas
Chris Veg, my gen extended
Bitch niggas be gender switching
Fuck niggas be overtending, I just had my time with her
Niggas'll trick on hoes out here for free, but I won't tell our secret, baby (I won't tell our secret, baby)
Hold game, that's my codename, I'll get 'em spinned from miles away
Numbers certifies [?] in between us everyday (Certified, nigga)
He gangster, but he told and dropped his rank
South of France the newest fashion, I got runway pieces waiting
I got big blocks of cheese and I multiply, I get the grate
Nigga tried to sell me a pint of Quagen green, I felt degraded
[?] trap with [?], high tide nigga saving
Stand unbranded all cost, he turned angel, Anita Baker
Pockets doughboy, oh really, peep show like 450
I don't even be posting shit, lil' folks flight risk
Buy these bags and bet your clientele come running back, I bet my life on it (Bet my life on it)
Don't even matter how much I drop the ticket, I put my tax on it, nigga (My tax on it, nigga)
(My tax on this shit)
(You know what the fuck it is)
I don't even wanna talk, on my mama
Short tempered, bitch keep me out your mentions
Before I dunk a three in this 20 in Zombieland but it's my decision
Nigga wake up mad, he finished, playing him like he fighting his demons
I stood on ten and kept my pride in tact, I know the meaning
My bitch now that my hood business, I'm OT with some bad Belizeans
Go against that mafioso guillotine, that shit treason
Nigga still playing defense, made a way and shit look easy
Get him old like baby Sosa, Truey jacket on, I'm kiefing
My bitch know my face goated, pop outside, she pardon me
Hit up twice in the leg, neck, but ain't no pain and he still breathing
Light a flick, I ain't with all that repetition, I made Ms in the main sense
Go against that grain, your best better be praying and go repent
Give a fuck 'bout niggas, I done had enough of niggas
Chris Veg, my gen extended
Bitch niggas be gender switching
Fuck niggas be overtending, I just had my time with her
Niggas'll trick on hoes out here for free, but I won't tell our secret, baby (I won't tell our secret, baby)
Hold game, that's my codename, I'll get 'em spinned from miles away
Numbers certifies [?] in between us everyday (Certified, nigga)
He gangster, but he told and dropped his rank
South of France the newest fashion, I got runway pieces waiting
I got big blocks of cheese and I multiply, I get the grate
Nigga tried to sell me a pint of Quagen green, I felt degraded
[?] trap with [?], high tide nigga saving
Stand unbranded all cost, he turned angel, Anita Baker
Pockets doughboy, oh really, peep show like 450
I don't even be posting shit, lil' folks flight risk
Buy these bags and bet your clientele come running back, I bet my life on it (Bet my life on it)
Don't even matter how much I drop the ticket, I put my tax on it, nigga (My tax on it, nigga)
(My tax on this shit)
(You know what the fuck it is)
I don't even wanna talk, on my mama
