Lil Mosey - Taxes lyrics

(This MJL, huh?)

A-at your home with a pole
Get that choppa with a scope
We blowing O's,  we rolling dope
 we taking toes, we pourin' 4's
Oh that's your hoe I didn't know
Bitch, I chase money, you chase bitches
If you run up on my gang
Then we smoke you like a swisher
All my niggas keep that blaster
Fuck that bitch and then I pass her
I'm a buisiness, you pay
Bitches, I pay nothing, you pay taxes
Fuck that bitch, you cuffed that bitch
In other words you got her shackled
Oh you flex that sack on Twitter
Have my niggas get you tackled
Other words we finna lick you
We gon' juggle you, we gon rob you
And if your ass got a problem
Hit that Mac' and we gon' pop you
I keep 40's on my hip, I load that bitch
I let it rip
I got the chopper out the window with a dick
I let it eat
You niggas simps, you niggas simple
I'ma pop you like a pimple
Smoking fingers of the woods
You smoking sticks, you smoking pencils
And I keep that choppa on me
In case a nigga run his mouth
Bitch I been runnin' up my bands
And then I ran up in your house
I might crack that seal, I might pour that
Drank, bitch I'ma on lean and xans
I can't feel my face
I just roll that gas, I just roll that
Stank, bitch I don't hold no hands
I just hold my K
And I know two white bitches
That I just might fuck
I like pills, I like lean
I like two white cups
And I cannot stand, because I'm too hot up
We pour a four lines each
You pour a two lines bruh

You pourin' two lines up
(Up) , fuckin' broke ass nigga
Im chasing stacks
These bitches on me and I stay gettin' richer
I'm smoking woods to the face
Got too much for a swisher (Uh)
And I can't even Wocka-Rocka
People askin' for pictures (They do)
Im leanin' for bout three days
I'm fuckin' up my kidney (yeah)
And my vision goin' two ways
And im fuckin' up my sentence (Oh wow)
Like I told you yeah I'm too paid
So you always se me winnin' (Too paid)
Copped the pole, then hit some licks
But I still stay wit' it (Boom-Boom)
Hittin' stains, I hit the boof
That shit was way more safer
Bitch I'm Bandkid Mosey
Cause I stay wit' a paper (yeah)
And you keep talkin' like you know me
But you won't see me later
I want the neck, fuck that other shit
I can't even date her (Bitch)
Pull up, I got three sticks
I say I got mean dick (I do)
Quick to fold a nigga
Bitch I say it 'cause I mean this
Me and bro just kick a door
And in got for that nigga
If you fiendin' for that work
Know that Imma serve a nigga
Get your bands up nigga
Can't even stand up nigga (Up)
My pockets gettin' heavy
Since I ran up nigga
Get your bands up nigga
Can't even stand up nigga (yeah)
My pockets gettin' heavy, since
I ran up nigga, yeah (yeah I know)