Taxi (feat. Yaya)
Yeah, huh, yeah
They talkin' to me I can't listen to that
Bad little bitty, I run it right back
Yeah, you talkin' that shit, and it's soundin' like cap
I'm in a new state, wit' only ten max
I cannot relate, my bitch she got cake
Get hit with a tac, get hit it the face
I feel like I'm Tay-K, how I do the race
We run through his crib, and we don't leave a trace
She wanna pull up, there's a time and a place
I'm tryna go crazy, I ain't off a Xanny
I talk wit' a slur, and they can't understand me
Just give me a year, Imma cop me a Grammy
I get to the money, they callin' me fancy
Yeah, I got her in the backseat
We gon' pull up in a taxi
You know me, how I'm stayin' so classy
And my eyes, yeah they red, like Itachi
They gon' copy the flow, get original
She want me, but I'm doin' the minimal
She ran off wit' my heart like a criminal
Yeah, I got shit that I'm doin' that's critical
Ok, huh, woah woah, huh
Yeah, got the check, this ain't no Nike
Bad lil' bitch, she tryna wife me
Off the grid, you cannot find me
Pop my shit, this ain't the twin
Really reppin', ain't no hype beast
Oh no no, ain't no hype beast
Like hard to believe, I got Hi-C
Said he want me to fall off, it's unlikely
She act like a bitch, she say she a Pisces
So she blame everything that she do on that
Everything that I do, unmatched
Yeah, he sent me his song, it's wack
I'm runnin' the town like I'm runnin' in track
I get me a pack
I hop in the coupe, the interior black
I been runnin' it up, no I never subtract
I cop the G-Fazo, I still got the tag
Yeah, can't trust no one, don't need new friends
Like, I need medicine
She say my music heaven sent
My money, it never end
Yeah, and my money don't end
Pull up and shit, wit' like two of my fans
Stack it up, yeah, I got crazy lil' bands
Me and my bitty, we go to the plan
Me and my gang, yeah we up in this shit
We in a demon, we pull up with sticks
Yeah, I got like five ways that I'm hittin' this shit
Me and my bitty, we gettin' real lit
Huh, how I talk
How I pull up, how I walk
This the same lil' shit, like Curtis
You know me, I up my stock (I up my stock)
Yeah, huh, yeah
They talkin' to me I can't listen to that
Bad little bitty, I run it right back
Yeah, you talkin' that shit, and it's soundin' like cap
I'm in a new state, wit' only ten max
I cannot relate, my bitch she got cake
Get hit with a tac, get hit it the face
I feel like I'm Tay-K, how I do the race
We run through his crib, and we don't leave a trace
She wanna pull up, there's a time and a place
I'm tryna go crazy, I ain't off a Xanny
I talk wit' a slur, and they can't understand me
Just give me a year, Imma cop me a Grammy
I get to the money, they callin' me fancy
Yeah, I got her in the backseat
We gon' pull up in a taxi
You know me, how I'm stayin' so classy
And my eyes, yeah they red, like Itachi
They talkin' to me I can't listen to that
Bad little bitty, I run it right back
Yeah, you talkin' that shit, and it's soundin' like cap
I'm in a new state, wit' only ten max
I cannot relate, my bitch she got cake
Get hit with a tac, get hit it the face
I feel like I'm Tay-K, how I do the race
We run through his crib, and we don't leave a trace
She wanna pull up, there's a time and a place
I'm tryna go crazy, I ain't off a Xanny
I talk wit' a slur, and they can't understand me
Just give me a year, Imma cop me a Grammy
I get to the money, they callin' me fancy
Yeah, I got her in the backseat
We gon' pull up in a taxi
You know me, how I'm stayin' so classy
And my eyes, yeah they red, like Itachi
They gon' copy the flow, get original
She want me, but I'm doin' the minimal
She ran off wit' my heart like a criminal
Yeah, I got shit that I'm doin' that's critical
Ok, huh, woah woah, huh
Yeah, got the check, this ain't no Nike
Bad lil' bitch, she tryna wife me
Off the grid, you cannot find me
Pop my shit, this ain't the twin
Really reppin', ain't no hype beast
Oh no no, ain't no hype beast
Like hard to believe, I got Hi-C
Said he want me to fall off, it's unlikely
She act like a bitch, she say she a Pisces
So she blame everything that she do on that
Everything that I do, unmatched
Yeah, he sent me his song, it's wack
I'm runnin' the town like I'm runnin' in track
I get me a pack
I hop in the coupe, the interior black
I been runnin' it up, no I never subtract
I cop the G-Fazo, I still got the tag
Yeah, can't trust no one, don't need new friends
Like, I need medicine
She say my music heaven sent
My money, it never end
Yeah, and my money don't end
Pull up and shit, wit' like two of my fans
Stack it up, yeah, I got crazy lil' bands
Me and my bitty, we go to the plan
Me and my gang, yeah we up in this shit
We in a demon, we pull up with sticks
Yeah, I got like five ways that I'm hittin' this shit
Me and my bitty, we gettin' real lit
Huh, how I talk
How I pull up, how I walk
This the same lil' shit, like Curtis
You know me, I up my stock (I up my stock)
Yeah, huh, yeah
They talkin' to me I can't listen to that
Bad little bitty, I run it right back
Yeah, you talkin' that shit, and it's soundin' like cap
I'm in a new state, wit' only ten max
I cannot relate, my bitch she got cake
Get hit with a tac, get hit it the face
I feel like I'm Tay-K, how I do the race
We run through his crib, and we don't leave a trace
She wanna pull up, there's a time and a place
I'm tryna go crazy, I ain't off a Xanny
I talk wit' a slur, and they can't understand me
Just give me a year, Imma cop me a Grammy
I get to the money, they callin' me fancy
Yeah, I got her in the backseat
We gon' pull up in a taxi
You know me, how I'm stayin' so classy
And my eyes, yeah they red, like Itachi
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Writer(s): James Curtis
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