Tax Time Lyrics

Yea

Yea Yea Ye

Niggas be worried bout the wrong muhfuckin thang mane

I grew up round seventies babies eighties babies

Know what the fuck goin nigga

I need more money

Need more guap

Could of came in

But the door locked

And its tax time

Let a hoe shop

And I keep work

Like a robot

Way ya at boy

Im on yo block

At the plug house

In da dope spot

Gotta keep goin

Cuz it don't stop

Trap bang bang

Like its O-Block

I need more money

Need more guap

Could of came in

But the door locked

And its tax time

Let a hoe shop

And I keep work

Like a robot

Way ya at boy

Im on yo block

At the plug house

In da dope spot

Gotta keep goin

Cuz it don't stop

Trap bang bang

Like its O-Block

I aint got time to put up with pussy shit

Im riding round I done pulled up and took ya bitch

I throw the rod then I reel in unhook the fish neighborhood drug dealer

I push the zips

And I break it all down nigga know what's hannenin

All I do is sell loud couple Os I'm stashing

Nigga trap gone pop call it soda cappin

Had em stashed in the bed could of sold the mattress

Pit stop at the store and I sold a halfy

Had to come right back I ran out of baggies

I paint never been a simp Lisa bart or Maggie

But I get a lot of dough like my name was homer

Play called for a quarter he was round the corner

Ima wake up to a bag like a cup of folgers

And ill never let a fuck nigga fuck me over

Still on the block though sliding with the 9 in the console

Jars hide the smell from the narcos

Clean like bar soap

Get a little neck from a bop hoe

Gas bag loud I don't talk though

Yea yea I don't say too much

Cuz these niggas play too much

I got em for the L-ski y'all niggas pay too much

And ya bags don't weigh too much

I need more money

Need more guap

Could of came in

But the door locked

And its tax time

Let a hoe shop

And I keep work

Like a robot

Way ya at boy

Im on yo block

At the plug house

In da dope spot

Gotta keep goin

Cuz it don't stop

Trap bang bang

Like its O-Block

Ya gotta have the cash up front

And when you serve a nigga you don't know betta have yo gun

And if ya been splurging all day then at the end of the day nigga you aint finnna have no fun

I just want the cash no crumbs

Big booty bitch on the pill make her ass go dumb

Errbody flake yea err body snake one thing bout it ion put it pass no one

Big dog rob in this bitch

Execute plans get it in scratch it off of the list

Walkin through the mall with a grip

Call the plug up cuz I'm finna blow it all like vents

One phone call mike Vick

Quarter ounce of gas for the six get up off my dick

Profit off all my zips on the block like yea man let me go hard right quick

Still aint trustin these thots

Had to cool down for a second I don't wanna be hot

Pump to ya tongue reebok

Either way it go rain snow ima see guap

You can get served right here

You can get burned tryna rob me bad idea

Workin 6 packs like beer

Pistol in my right hand left hand wheel I steer

I need more money

Need more guap

Could of came in

But the door locked

And its tax time

Let a hoe shop

And I keep work

Like a robot

Way ya at boy

Im on yo block

At the plug house

In da dope spot

Gotta keep goin

Cuz it don't stop

Trap bang bang

Like its O-Block