Taylor Gang

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You know I'm reppin' Taylor (Bang 6)

On my way from Cali,

So you know I'm smokin' flavor

Ain't fuckin' wit blunts,

You know we only smokin' paper

And I throw it up so that they know just what my gang is

Mother fuck a hater

I left the crib with 10 grand bought a hundred pair

Im the coach I can show you how to be a player

Five-eights is the fitted, bitches love my hair

Camo shorts go with anything I wanna wear

The 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? Well shortie let's go

Diamonds in my chain niggas tryin' to steal my lane

Tryin to get my brain bitch I'm reppin' Taylor Gang

Smoke till I'm insane, drinkin till I'm throwin' 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 hot so they close to us

Got 'em flying 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 (Bang 6)

On my way from Cali

So you know I'm smokin' flavor

Ain't fuckin' wit blunts

You know we only smokin' paper

And I throw it up so that they know just what my gang is

Mother fuck a hater

Bought a crib like scarefaces, this is my world

All my niggas down to bang but we can try worse

Smoking ounces to the head, feel my mind twirls

Im 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 don't call or give 'em numbers

Rolex, more sex, good weed, no stress

Run my town, arms, chest, lift weights, boflex

Throw your set up what you rep when you twistin ya fingers

Real recoginze real and my nig you a stranger

Gotta bank for a 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 (Bang 6)

On my way from Cali

So you know I'm smokin' flavor

Ain't fuckin' wit blunts

You know we only smokin' paper

And I throw it up so that they know just what my gang is

Mother fuck a hater

You see me out I rep my gang

Used serve that John McCain

That John McCain

Hold up they don't know my name?

Chevy who? Chevy who?

Look at all that shit these 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 cuh, on the left side

It's Taylor Gang, and that's 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 (Bang 6)

On my way from Cali

So you know I'm smokin' flavor

Ain't fuckin' wit blunts

You know we only smokin' paper

And I throw it up so that they know just what my gang is

Mother fuck a hater.