Taylor Gang

Chorus: Wiz Khalifa 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' flavor 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 Mothafuck a hater Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa Left the crib with 10 grand, bought a hundred pair I'm the coach, I can show you how to be a player 5/8 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 West Coast Oh you down to fuck 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 'til 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 it's us That yellow car pulling up Them niggas ain't high so they ain't close to us Down to fly, yeah, two fingers and hold em up Chorus: Wiz Khalifa 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' flavor 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 Mothafuck a hater Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa 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 flag 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 don't call or give 'em numbers Ro-lex, more, sex Good, weed, no, stress Run my town, arms, chest Lift, weights, Bow-flex Throw your set up, what you rep when you twistin' ya fingers Real recognize real and my nig, 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 Chorus: Wiz Khalifa 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' flavor 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 Mothafuck a hater Verse 3: Chevy Woods 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 that shit them dollars do Gettin' all this money with 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 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, 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 that's or die CHEVY Chorus: Wiz Khalifa 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' flavor 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 Mothafuck a hater