Taylor Gang

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang
 Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang
 Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang
 Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang
 You know I'm reppin' Taylor
 All my weed from Cali, so you know I'm smokin flavour
 Ain't fuckin with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper
 And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is
 Muthafuck a hater
 Left the crib with 10 grand bought a hundred pair
 I'm the coach I can show you how to be a player
 five-eight 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 niggas rollin up the best smoke
 OG kush from the westcoast
 Oh you down to fuck? Well shorty let's go
 Diamonds in my chain, niggas trying to steal my lane
 Chronic in my brain bitch, I'm reppin' Taylor Gang
 Smoke till I'm insane, drinking til I'm throwing up
 Only papers if you Taylor'd nigga throw it up
 High socks, low cuts
 Smell that good weed, then you know its us
 That yellow car pulling up, them niggas ain't high so they close to us
 Down to fly, yeah, 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 reppin' Taylor
 All my weed from Cali, so you know I'm smokin flavour
 Ain't fuckin with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper
 And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is
 Muthafuck a hater
 Bought a crib like Scarface's
 "This is my world"
 All my niggas down to bang but we can try words
 Smoking ounces to the head til my mind twirls
 I'm the mayor and my bitch look like a fly girl
 Topic of discussion talk shit cause they bitches love us
 Plus them niggas 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 dont call or give 'em numbers
 Rolex, more sex, good weed, no stress
 Run my town, arms, chest, lift weights, bowflex
 Throw your set up, what you rep when you twistin' ya fingers?
 Real recognize real and my nigga you a stranger
 Got a bank full of scrilla, 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 reppin' Taylor
 All my weed from Cali, so you know I'm smokin flavour
 Ain't fuckin with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper
 And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is
 Muthafuck a hater
 You see me out I rep my gang
 Used serve that John McCain, that John McCain
 Hold up they dont know my name?
 Chevy who? Chevy who?
 Look at all that shit them dollars do
 Gettin' all this money wit you know who
 It's Taylor Gang over you
 We poppin bottles gang signs
 All my niggas gang signs
 Rollin up gang signs
 Niggas trippin, bang time
 Hold up, what they say bout us?
 Same niggas gotta get the OK 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
 Hold for whatever you rep
 Throwin up the gang, 4800 still reppin a set
 Got these niggas trippin', 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 thats or die
 CHEVY!
 Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang
 Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang
 You know I'm reppin' Taylor
 All my weed from Cali, so you know I'm smokin flavour
 Ain't fuckin with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper
 And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is
 Muthafuck a hater