Taxes

Lil Mosey

(This MJL, huh?) A-at your home with a pole Get that choppa with a scope We blowing O's, we rolling dope we taking toes, we pourin' 4's Oh that's your hoe I didn't know Bitch, I chase money, you chase bitches If you run up on my gang Then we smoke you like a swisher All my niggas keep that blaster Fuck that bitch and then I pass her I'm a buisiness, you pay Bitches, I pay nothing, you pay taxes Fuck that bitch, you cuffed that bitch In other words you got her shackled Oh you flex that sack on Twitter Have my niggas get you tackled Other words we finna lick you We gon' juggle you, we gon rob you And if your ass got a problem Hit that Mac' and we gon' pop you I keep 40's on my hip, I load that bitch I let it rip I got the chopper out the window with a dick I let it eat You niggas simps, you niggas simple I'ma pop you like a pimple Smoking fingers of the woods You smoking sticks, you smoking pencils And I keep that choppa on me In case a nigga run his mouth Bitch I been runnin' up my bands And then I ran up in your house I might crack that seal, I might pour that Drank, bitch I'ma on lean and xans I can't feel my face I just roll that gas, I just roll that Stank, bitch I don't hold no hands I just hold my K And I know two white bitches That I just might fuck I like pills, I like lean I like two white cups And I cannot stand, because I'm too hot up We pour a four lines each You pour a two lines bruh You pourin' two lines up (Up) , fuckin' broke ass nigga Im chasing stacks These bitches on me and I stay gettin' richer I'm smoking woods to the face Got too much for a swisher (Uh) And I can't even Wocka-Rocka People askin' for pictures (They do) Im leanin' for bout three days I'm fuckin' up my kidney (yeah) And my vision goin' two ways And im fuckin' up my sentence (Oh wow) Like I told you yeah I'm too paid So you always se me winnin' (Too paid) Copped the pole, then hit some licks But I still stay wit' it (Boom-Boom) Hittin' stains, I hit the boof That shit was way more safer Bitch I'm Bandkid Mosey Cause I stay wit' a paper (yeah) And you keep talkin' like you know me But you won't see me later I want the neck, fuck that other shit I can't even date her (Bitch) Pull up, I got three sticks I say I got mean dick (I do) Quick to fold a nigga Bitch I say it 'cause I mean this Me and bro just kick a door And in got for that nigga If you fiendin' for that work Know that Imma serve a nigga Get your bands up nigga Can't even stand up nigga (Up) My pockets gettin' heavy Since I ran up nigga Get your bands up nigga Can't even stand up nigga (yeah) My pockets gettin' heavy, since I ran up nigga, yeah (yeah I know)

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