AzChike, 1TakeJay, Rucci - Tax Season lyrics
[AzChike, 1TakeJay, Rucci - Tax Season lyrics]
Ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy) ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy) ayy
It's the middle of the year but
I'm ballin' like it's tax season
Ayy, holes in his chest
Got his back breathin'
Winter cold but I'm shoppin'
Like it's Sak season
Trap nigga, every gram, every pack needed
Wait a minute, She pay to pimp it
I'm like Slickback
And you know how I get, I need my get back
Chain snatchin'
Your big homie can't get shit back
Gold PC yellow, try to take it
I go pitch-black
Stick smokin', tip toein'
This a house lick ayy, put him in the cloud
He want that clout, bitch
I'm 'bout, bitch, anything that you 'bout
Bitch
I'm with the Norf, wrong move, it go south
Bitch
Wait, hol' up, it's money
On your head, bitch, it's tax season
Ayy, she ain't on the rag, bitch
This MAC bleedin'
Stall him out the wrong move
And we back beefin'
She all grown but this dick
Got her back teethin' (Bop)
What? You want this dick
You gotta pay for it this dick good
I got you stayin' up late for it
Balls deep, goin' nuts like an acorn
(What he say?) bitch, I'm Jake
Makin' calls out of State Farm
Icy but I stay warm
With London but she ain't Lauren
Mercedes but she ain't foreign
Rap bitch stay goin'
Ballin' but you can't show it
I'm jackin' but it ain't stolen
Cash like the bank broken, no bus
But I take tokens
That's Norf
Two bands for my shoes like it's tax season
Maybachs rollin backs, bitch
I'm back seatin'
36 straight to Sac', now the trap beatin'
Got a MAC on my lap, brrat season
In a Cadillac, I got crack dreams
Fell in love with 'yac
Then I took back lean (Norf)
He reachin' for my neck, we gon' pack him
Back to back to back
Not your ordinary tag team (Ayy, ayy)
Straight from the dirt
You can't fuck with me
Your bitch gave me neck
Now she stuck with me (Stupid)
The show rocker, they can't get enough of me
Thumbin' through these hundreds
Nowadays we barely touch fifties (Go, Norf)
Ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy) ayy
It's the middle of the year but
I'm ballin' like it's tax season
Ayy, holes in his chest
Got his back breathin'
Winter cold but I'm shoppin'
Like it's Sak season
Trap nigga, every gram, every pack needed
Wait a minute, She pay to pimp it
I'm like Slickback
And you know how I get, I need my get back
Chain snatchin'
Your big homie can't get shit back
Gold PC yellow, try to take it
I go pitch-black
Stick smokin', tip toein'
This a house lick ayy, put him in the cloud
He want that clout, bitch
I'm 'bout, bitch, anything that you 'bout
Bitch
I'm with the Norf, wrong move, it go south
Bitch
Wait, hol' up, it's money
On your head, bitch, it's tax season
Ayy, she ain't on the rag, bitch
This MAC bleedin'
Stall him out the wrong move
And we back beefin'
She all grown but this dick
Got her back teethin' (Bop)
What? You want this dick
You gotta pay for it this dick good
I got you stayin' up late for it
Balls deep, goin' nuts like an acorn
(What he say?) bitch, I'm Jake
Makin' calls out of State Farm
Icy but I stay warm
With London but she ain't Lauren
Mercedes but she ain't foreign
Rap bitch stay goin'
Ballin' but you can't show it
I'm jackin' but it ain't stolen
Cash like the bank broken, no bus
But I take tokens
That's Norf
Two bands for my shoes like it's tax season
Maybachs rollin backs, bitch
I'm back seatin'
36 straight to Sac', now the trap beatin'
Got a MAC on my lap, brrat season
In a Cadillac, I got crack dreams
Fell in love with 'yac
Then I took back lean (Norf)
He reachin' for my neck, we gon' pack him
Back to back to back
Not your ordinary tag team (Ayy, ayy)
Straight from the dirt
You can't fuck with me
Your bitch gave me neck
Now she stuck with me (Stupid)
The show rocker, they can't get enough of me
Thumbin' through these hundreds
Nowadays we barely touch fifties (Go, Norf)