Wiz Khalifa, Chevy Woods - Taylor Gang lyrics

Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
You know I'm reppin' Taylors
All my weed from Cali so
You know I’m smokin' flavors
Ain't fuckin with blunts
You know we only smokin' papers
And I throw it up so that you
Know just what my gang is mothafuck a hater

Left the crib with 10 grand
Bought a hundred pair i’m the coach
I can show you how to be a player 5
8 is the fitted, bitches love my hair
Camo shorts go with anything I wanna wear
They let me in the club, fuck a dress code
Me and all my niggas rollin'
Up the best smoke
OG Kush from the West Coast


Oh you down to fuck? Shorty let's go
Diamonds in my chain
Niggas trying to steal my lane
Chronic in my brain bitch
I’m reppin' Taylor Gang
Smoke 'til I’m insane
Drinking til' I’m throwing up
Only papers if you Taylor’d nigga throw it up
High socks, low cuts
Smell that good weed, then you know it's us
That yellow car pulling up
Them niggas ain't high so they
Ain't close to us
Down to fly, yeah, two fingers and hold em up

Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
You know I’m reppin’ Taylors
All my weed from Cali so
You know I’m smokin' flavors
Ain't fuckin with blunts
You know we only smokin’ papers
And I throw it up so that you
Know just what my gang is mothafuck a hater

Bought a crib like Scarface's
This is my world all my niggas down to bang
But we can try words
Smoking ounces to the head
'til my mind twirls
I’m the mayor and my bitch
Look like a flag girl topic of discussion
Talk shit cause they bitches love us
Plus them niggas suckas
I got that in living color
All my cars are different colors
All my broads are different colors
All I do is fuck 'em once and
I don't call or give ‘em numbers
Ro lex, more, sex good, weed, no, stress
Run my town, arms, chest
Lift, weights, Bow-flex throw your set up
What you rep when you twistin' ya fingers?
Real recognize real and my nig
You a stranger got a bank full of scrilla
A brain full of papers
Got a phone full of hoes
And a gang full of Taylors

Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
(And that was the long laugh
On y'all bitchass niggas)
Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
You know I’m reppin’ Taylors
All my weed from Cali so
You know I’m smokin' flavors
Ain't fuckin with blunts
You know we only smokin’ papers
And I throw it up so that you
Know just what my gang is mothafuck a hater

You see me out, I rep my gang
Used to serve that John McCain
That John McCain, hold up
They don't know my name?
Chevy (who?) Chevy (who?) look at all that shit them dollars do
Gettin' all this money with you know who
It's Taylor Gang over you
We poppin' bottles gang signs
All my niggas' gang signs
Rollin up gang signs, niggas trippin'
Bang time hold up, what they say 'bout us?
Same niggas gotta get the okay bout stuff
They ain't in the same league
They don’t play like us
No sticks, no seeds, keep that rolled up
Bang on them hoes, we does that
Socket work, I just had a plug for that
Get your Taylor on, hold whatever you rep
Throwin up the gang
4800 still reppin' the set
Got these niggas trippin’
And these bitches too
They just haters though, no matter what we do
What up cuz, on the left side
It's Taylor Gang, and that's or die chevy!

Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
You know I’m reppin’ Taylors
All my weed from Cali so
You know I’m smokin' flavors
Ain't fuckin with blunts
You know we only smokin’ papers
And I throw it up so that you
Know just what my gang is mothafuck a hater