Yeah
Yeah
Thahaha
You niggas know its the gang or kill yourself right?
Yeaah
YupRed hat black chucks black 501's on
That's your baby momma but her numbers in my iPhone
Yea I got a girl but I swear I need a newer bitch
Let her out the house and I'll be leaving here with your bitch
I'm flyin in a different city every night
Got everything I ever wanted so this can't be life
Breaking down the weed I'm bout to make a plane
A hundred niggas with me all reppin taylor gangYeah bitch
Okay
Yeah
Yup
Lot of niggas fake but me I give these hoes faith
Feed her alcohol and leave that bitch with no taste
Out of this world need my own space
Back seat and I'm a ride until the chrome break
Big heat will turn your body to a cold case
She don't even make it rain she just throw me face
Got some niggas quick to bang like they major pain
Told Lil' mom I rep the gang she just say the sameYeah bitchIf you see em point em out
If you see em point em out
There's a bad bitch in here
If you see her point her out
There's a bad bitch in here
If you see her point her outYeah yupYou show up to concerts looking like a fan
I pull up in car service looking like the man
Hella reefer smoke a lot of pictures being taken
My bitch from Atlanta my weed is Jamaican
I don't talk much too many niggas hatin
Bout a booty that's my type of conversation
I dropped a little change on these hater frames
Took her car keys and let her played the Wayne
Yeah, bitchIf you see em point em out
If you see em point em out
There's a bad bitch in here
If you see her point her out
There's a bad bitch in here
If you see her point her out
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