Wiz Khalifa - Taylor Gang lyrics

(Laughs) Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang You know I'm reppin' Taylor (Bang X16) On my way from Cali, So you know I'm smokin' flavor Ain't f**in' wit blunts, You know we only smokin' paper And I throw it up so that they know just what my gang is Mother f** a hater [Wiz Khalifa verse 1] I left the crib with 10 grand bought a hundred pair, Im the coach I can show you how to be a player, Five-eights is the fitted, b**hes love my hair, Camo shorts go with anything I wanna wear, The let me in the club f** a dress code, Me and all my n***as rollin' up the best smoke, Og kush from the West Coast, Oh you down to f**? Well shortie let's go, Diamonds in my chain n***as tryin' to steal my lane, Tryin to get my brain b**h I'm reppin' Taylor Gang, Smoke till I'm insane, drinkin till I'm throwin' up Only papers if you Taylor'd n***a throw it up, High socks, low cuts, Smell that good weed then you know it's us, That yellow car pulling up them n***as ain't hot so they close to us, Got 'em flying two fingers and hold em up, [CHORUS] Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang You know I'm reppin' Taylor (Bang X16) On my way from Cali, So you know I'm smokin' flavor Ain't f**in' wit blunts, You know we only smokin' paper And I throw it up so that they know just what my gang is Mother f** a hater [Wiz Khalifa 2nd Verse] Bought a crib like scarefaces, this is my world All my n***as down to bang but we can try worse Smoking ounces to the head, feel my mind twirls Im the mayor and my b**h look like a fly girl, Topic of discussion talk sh** cause they b**hes love us, Plus them n***as s**as I got that in living color, All my cars are different colors, all my broads are different colors, All I do is f** em once, and I don't call or give 'em numbers, Rolex, more s**, good weed, no stress, Run my town, arms, chest, lift weights, boflex, Throw your set up what you rep when you twistin ya fingers, Real recoginze real and my nig you a stranger, Gotta bank for a scrilla, a brain full of papers, Got a phone full of hoes, and a gang full of Taylors [CHORUS] Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang You know I'm reppin' Taylor (Bang X16) On my way from Cali, So you know I'm smokin' flavor Ain't f**in' wit blunts, You know we only smokin' paper And I throw it up so that they know just what my gang is Mother f** a hater [CHEVY WOODS] You see me out I rep my gang, Used serve that John McCain, That John McCain, Hold up they don't know my name? Chevy who? Chevy who? Look at all that sh** these dollars do, Gettin all this money wit you know who, It's Taylor Gang over you, We poppin bottles gang signs, All my n***as gang signs, Rollin up gang signs, n***as trippin, bang time, Hold up, what they say bout us? Same n***as 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 n***as trippin', And these b**hes too, They just haters though, No matter what we do, What up cuh, on the left side, It's Taylor Gang, and that's or die, Chevy! [CHORUS] Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang You know I'm reppin' Taylor (Bang X16) On my way from Cali, So you know I'm smokin' flavor Ain't f**in' wit blunts, You know we only smokin' paper And I throw it up so that they know just what my gang is Mother f** a hater