Taylor Gang - Wiz Khalifa, Chevy Woods

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang

You know I’m reppin' Taylor

All my weed from Cali, so you know I’m smokin flavour

Ain’t fuckin with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper

And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is

Muthafuck 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 westcoast

Oh you down to fuck?

Well 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 till 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 its us

That yellow car pulling up, them niggas ain’t high so they close to us

Down to fly, yeah, two fingers and hold em up

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 fly 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 dont call or give ‘em numbers

Rolex, more sex, good weed, no stress

Run my town, arms, chest, lift weights, bowflex

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

You see me out I rep my gang

Used serve that John McCain, that John McCain

Hold up they dont know my name?

Chevy who?

Chevy who?

Look at all that shit them dollars do

Gettin' all this money wit 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 OK bout stuff

They ain’t in the same league

They don’t play like us

No stems, 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 for whatever you rep

Throwin up the gang, 4800 still reppin a 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

Its Taylor gang, and thats or die

CHEVY!