Lil Gotit, Syx Lit - Taxing lyrics

Always gossip bout me bit no action tho
Next time you try me ima smack you bro
Spend a hunit on my wrist i be cashing out
Nah you won't never catch me lacking bro
Acting Hoe ima smack you bro
You won't catch lacking bro
Acting Hoe ima smack you bro
You won't never catch me lacking bro
Tryna pull up on me get to blasting wow
Yeah you won't never catch me lacking though
Spend a hunnit on my wrist start braggin wow
Niggahs mad cause they ain't like me oh
Baby come through with the all dough
My baby come through with the all racks
Pull up get your shit snatched
Like yeah lemme get that
Niggahs talk tough thru a phone screen
But when you see me little niggah
Then go on and speak
They say Syx you all talk won't
Pull up to the scene
Welle pull up to your block
Start up on the scene
Yeah on the scene welle pull up to the scene
One text is all it takes ill
Rock your ass to sleep
Im bout my money yeah theirs no joining teams
And when a niggah talking crazy
He don't know me
If it's bout my money im taxing bro
Spend a rollie on my fit start spazzing out
Im a crazy ass niggah so whats brack bro
You won't never catch me lacking bro
Acting oh Lacking bro you will
Never catch me lacking bro
Acting oh Lacking bro you will
Never catch me lacking bro
If I pull up on a niggah ima smack you oh
If you talking real tough send the addy bro
Got a gangster ass bitch and she bout it oh
Baby come through with the all dough
My baby come through with the all racks
Pull up get your shit snatched
Like yeah lemme get that
And you still ain't get your shit back

He shoynk, I shlang that
Niggas ain't get shit back
Ruger's and Glock 9's and
Babies pushin' shit back
Runnin' up a check, I'm reminiscing
Hittin' four flags
In that one way course it, nah fuck it
Rush that play with me an' get geezy
Small talk be the cheapest
Oh Bhad Bhabie take it easy
Don't do a whole nigga greedy
They hold for some, they need it
Her cursin' on let you in here
My phone, yeah, startin' ringin'
I fuck with you, you just don't see it
Shittin' by my lonely
All these ho's be on me
I know they tryna roll with me
'cause I be stoning
Someone just phone it, a'ight
Let me zone it
Credit-ass crip up on it, yeah
Ass she show me
Ass she show and she say SLATT
Speakin' new truth, no, won't do that
I tray that boy he ain't dub my name
Niggas say wait, "We got plenty guns"
We all tote shots that shoot for fun
Killin' that pussy want drip for somethin'
Ain't shit, then cry made back old money
Ay, nig' gon' rob for somethin'

If it's bout my money im taxing bro
Spend a rollie on my fit start spazzing out
Im a crazy ass niggah so whats brack bro
You won't never catch me lacking bro
Acting oh Lacking bro you will
Never catch me lacking bro
Acting oh Lacking bro you will
Never catch me lacking bro
If I pull up on a niggah ima smack you oh
If you talking real tough send the addy bro
Got a gangster ass bitch and she bout it oh
Baby come through with the all dough
My baby come through with the all racks
Pull up get your shit snatched
Like yeah lemme get that
And you still ain't get your shit back