Tax’d

Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug] Ayy [Chorus: Young Thug] Drank, take a lil' sip of that Act (Blow it) Flood all my bitches in that (That way) I'm in the projects without Pat (Ayy) My jewelry leave 'em blind like bats (Bling) Diamonds for her in the back (Blaow) Hit that lil' bitch from the back, she stacked (What?) Ask me like how I do that? (What?) Pop a lil' Xan and relax (Yeah) About my racks, you get whacked (Pew pew pew pew) If he got racks, he get taxed (Pew pew pew) Five, four, three, two, one, attack (Go) Bitch, all of my whoadies hit that Pussy nigga, they some rats (What?) He swung on my pockets, they fat, no catch But all my bitches they brats (Brats) Pop a lil' Perky, relax (Turn up, turn up) [Refrain: Young Thug] These niggas up to something (Hmm) Hey, she need to fuck or something [Verse: Mahzi] If he got racks, he get tax'd [?] my back Paper chasing [?] ready or not They been watching your spot [?] picking [?] Got the yoppa, won't take no chanse with the oppers Look at my diamonds, they yellow 4 karots in the bezzle Syrup muddy, same color as the bezzle, iced out canary yellow I'm tryna get [?] My youngings, they came off the curb They used to be fronting, but now they stuntin, my money is [?] your's Boy, the money ain't the issue I got [?] for the issues Louie V all on my tissues You fell off, and they just hit you [?] slay them slay them I got bad bitches screaming "yeah" Bitches thought they was bad Find out bitches doing bad All these bitches talking money, always talking money, never see the cash [?] with the bag [?] do the math Fuck nigga plus a fuck nigga equals fuck nigga, can you add? [?] a ho from [?] Then I flip it and [?] Catch me jugging on a Sunday, might as well retire one day Club going on a Tuesday, trap going up on a Monday Got a closet full of skelitons If you snitching, find your rellitives Bet you niggas never tell again Bet you niggas never tell again With a pocket full of presidents Run up on you at your residents Pop the trunk just like an elephant Working harder than a Mexican Pray to god to let me flex again Finessed a nigga out a check again Finessed a nigga out a check again [Chorus: Young Thug] Drank, take a lil' sip of that Act (Blow it) Flood all my bitches in that (That way) I'm in the projects without Pat (Ayy) My jewelry leave 'em blind like bats (Bling) Diamonds for her in the back (Blaow) Hit that lil' bitch from the back, she stacked (What?) Ask me like how I do that? (What?) Pop a lil' Xan and relax (Yeah) About my racks, you get whacked (Pew pew pew pew) If he got racks, he get taxed (Pew pew pew) Five, four, three, two, one, attack (Go) Bitch, all of my whoadies hit that Pussy nigga, they some rats (What?) He swung on my pockets, they fat, no catch But all my bitches they brats (Brats) Pop a lil' Perky, relax (Turn up, turn up) [Refrain: Young Thug] These niggas up to something (Hmm) Hey, she need to fuck or something