Taylor Gang - Isaac Hayes lyrics

(Intro) ID Labs music boy (Chorus – Wiz Khalifa) I’m never gonna give you up No matter how they treat me Never gonna give you up Your love will never come down I’m never gonna give you up I’ll always keep you by my side-ide-ide-ide-ide (Verse 1 – Tuki Carter) Look and I’m just used to grinding And I’m just used to two bad ones, you know like Frankie Lymon I used to sit on my porch and torch up that smoke Get high and observe a few folks Go get a six pack and where your bi**h at? I bust down four times like Kit-Kat Did that like it was some get back Sit back with that L, you earned that Light that joint back up and blow that Hold that smoke on end, don’t choke that Like you up one don’t blow that Your hood expects your bro back And don’t return like you stole that Pockets on pufferfish and I know that You blow pop for that trash pack Pack the whack shots like Lebron back I’m off that…that you can’t finesse I did it first and I done it best We run the check and we run respect It’s Taylor Gang and you just a name It’s Taylor Gang and you just a name And it’s Taylor Gang and we just a gang (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 2 – Chevy Woods) Still k**ing ni**as with more Money I need more of that I’ma touch some millions, yeah I’m sure of that Money behind these tents Money spent on my lens F**k n***as hating man, they thought we’d never win All of these blue bottles, f**king models off gin Spending it how I wanna cause I’ma get it again Gotta keep….case ni**as spend a band Let it go down once it won’t go down again If the dough falling off, switch the game up All this money on me, no and I won’t change up All these ni**as with me, yeah they on the same stuff When you see us out homie, throw the gang up, yeah (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 3 – Wiz Khalifa) Studio fees, palm trees, I’m always smoking weed Call her up, f**k her to sleep, she all weak in her knees Now I’m hot, Instagram thots all in my bachelor spot She don’t smoke pot, think not, I kick the hoe out Funny hoes show how it goes when in the presence of six zeros I be with presidents, legends and s**t, heroes Counting up hella chips With ni**as that don’t leave no evidence All your talking is irrelevant I roll a joint, you roll a joint just for the hell of it I hit the weed, they gon complain cause of the smell of it Jump on this plane, come take a ride and gon a We ain’t the same, it’s Taylor Gang ni**a (Repeat Chorus)