In the Cut

Uh, uh

Niggas know

Taylor gang sunshine or snow

Them hoes running their best clothes

And I prolly fuck your bitch, nigga

Real shit, uh

We never low

Away we go (Taylor Gang or die)

We suppose to go (go), we suppose to go (go)

We never low (and that's 'til the end)

Away we go, like we supposed to go (go)

I always keep one rolled (for life)

I keep one rolled (there's flagship)

I keep one rolled

I keep one rolled (it's what we live by)

I keep one rolled

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

Wake up, bake up, gotta get my cake up

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

Choked out, loced out, blowing hella smoke out

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

Rolling all this weed that I'm holding

Thinking she high before she even gets the chance to smoke it

Blowing O's, she knows my trees potent

Man at home, you're living for the moment

Coming game, don't run it, I own it

Kush and orange, juice be the components

Come to my crib, see money so big, you can't fold it

This's how I live, she poured her a lil' gin

Then, rolled her another doob

Before she was finished, man, freaky sheena got super looses

We never low (low), away we go (go)

And we suppose to go (go), we suppose to go (go)

We never low (low), away we go (go)

Like we supposed to go (go)

I always keep one rolled

I keep one rolled

I keep one rolled

I keep one rolled

I keep one rolled

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

Wake up, bake up, gotta get my cake up

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

Choked out, loced out, blowing hella smoke out

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

Show money

Leaving show car low full of hoes for me

Hahaha, it's so funny

On the paper chase, in case that money run from me

In the cut, rolling up

Keep them E-z Widers stuffed

While them lil' nigga still smoking hella blunts

What? I just made us another plane

And poured out some champagne

As soon as we finished that, she was screaming out, "Taylor Gang"

We never low (low), away we go (go)

And we suppose to go (go), we suppose to go (go)

We never low (bitch), away we go (and that's it)

Like we supposed to go (go) (where we are right now)

I always keep one rolled (yeah)

I keep one rolled (that's cool)

I keep one rolled

I keep one rolled

I keep one rolled (we don't smoke blunt, bitch)

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

Wake up, bake up, gotta get my cake up

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

Choked out, loced out, blowing hella smoke out

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up