DJ Daddykat, Wiz Khalifa - Taylor Gang Gangster lyrics

Creepin' through the fog, wit a joint lit
Can't wait for you, I run my own shit
Careful with the game how you approach it
Make a nigga sick with every dosage
Get them out they office
Dead niggas jumpin' out they coffins
Do it naturally, don't have to force it
My ride clean, my bitch gorgeous
Got some good niggas in my corner
They wonder how I turned pothead
To great performer
I wonder if she got good head
I run up on her my old school got gold rims
I'm bendin' corners
My bitch got thick ass legs
Like she do porno
You niggas got weak ass flows
Shouldn't record those
I break niggas out they comfort zone
Break bitches off they niggas
Break ounces up and smoke em till they gone
Just got a whip and that bitch cold
You fake niggas got me in my mode
Try to bite the style but
They ain't comin' close

Everyone wanna be a taylor gangster
Everyone wanna be a taylor gang gangster
Everyone wanna be a taylor gangster
Everyone wanna be a taylor gang gangster

My mind stuck on gettin' them bucks up
They put they hands up
Cuz they know they can't fuck wit us
Show up to the spot
And they think that we troublesome
Chronic and lowriders
We be liftin' a couple up
Niggas who talk shit, TG we knuckle up
Niggas be sayin' they wanna ride wit us
Then buckle up smoke trees
You know the situation we comin' from
If the punk police ever come
We runnin' from em
We don't fuck with fake niggas, we numb to em
If the party's filled up with bad
Bitches we come to em and run game
Drink McQueen and Belaire Champagne
Let them hoes go crazy, we don't save em
Can never tame em
The realest niggas of our generation
We the gang, a lot of imitations
We don't know limitations
If you want some gaaaang shit
I'll give you a demonstration

Everyone wanna be a taylor gangster
Everyone wanna be a taylor gang gangster
Everyone wanna be a taylor gangster
Everyone wanna be a taylor gang gangster