TAX Lyrics

Blast off I'm 'bout to go out of space

Cool quarter mil I put that in the safe

This ain't Nintendo you know I don't play

We pick up the Addy and slide to your place

It's up like a plane I'm up and away

I drive to Chicago then fly to LA

Hell no this ain't tricking this ain't David Blaine

I swerve in the cat better stay in your lane

Niggas be mad and they know where at

Smoking my opps if they thinking they strapped

I get the pack and I make it do back flips

Somebody stand at the door with the mag

Shout out Serena I keep me some racks

I climb to the top from the back of the back

I'm sending it up got my wraith on the jack

Put me on ya track and you know I'm gone tax

Put me on ya track and you know I'm gone spaz

Spinning ya block like I'm looney no Taz

This gas got me lagging but I'm living fast

Put 5 on your head now it's 5 on your ass

On I-85 I put two on the dash

Just to see me Imma need me some cash

I don't do no checks I need that in my hand

Me and Kei got the drums like we leading a band

Blast off I'm 'bout to go out of space

Cool quarter mil I put that in the safe

This ain't Nintendo you know I don't play

We pick up the Addy and slide to your place

It's up like a plane I'm up and away

I drive to Chicago then fly to LA

Hell no this ain't tricking this ain't David Blaine

I swerve in the cat better stay in your lane

Niggas be mad and they know where at

Smoking my opps if they thinking they strapped

I get the pack and I make it do back flips

Somebody stand at the door with the mag

Shout out Serena I keep me some racks

I climb to the top from the back of the back

I'm sending it up got my wraith on the jack

Put me on ya track and you know I'm gone tax