You know where your ass at? Could you turn me up some more? Right there? Or maybe I could... Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang You know I'm reppin' Taylor's All the way from Cali so you know I'm smokin' flavors If I give a bunch you know we only smokin' paper And I throw it up so niggas know just what my game is Mother***er haters Left the crib with ten grand, bought a hundred pair I'm the coach, I can show you how to be a player Five aces, the fitted bitches love my hair Camo shorts go with anything I wanna wear They let me in the club, *** the dress code Me and all my niggas rollin' up the best smoke OG Kush from the West Coast Oh you down to ***? Shorty let's go Diamonds in my chain, niggas tryna steal my lane Chronic in my brain, bitch I'm reppin' Taylor Gang Smoke til I'm insane, drink until I'm throwin' up Only papers if you tailored, nigga throw it up High socks, low cuts Smell that good weed then you know it's us That yellow car pullin' up, them niggas ain't high so they ain't close to us Down to fly, get two fingers and hold em up Taylor Gang You know I'm reppin' Taylors On my way from Cali so you know I'm smokin' flavors If I give a bunch you know I'm only smokin' papers And I throw it up so niggas know just what my game is Mother***er haters Bought a crib like Scarface's, this is my world All my niggas down to bang but we could try words Smokin' ounces to the head til my mind twirls I'm the mayor and my bitch look like a flag girl Topic of discussion, talk *** cause they bitches love us Plus them niggas suckers, I got that in living color All my cars are different colors, all my bras are different colors All I do is *** em once and I don't call or give em numbers Rolex, mo' ***, good weed, no stress Run my town, arms, chest, lift weights, bow, flex Throw your set up, what you rep when you twistin' your fingers Real recognize real in my nick you a stranger Got a bank full of Skrilla, a brain full of papers Got a phone full of hoes and a gang full of Taylors Taylors Gang, Taylors Gang, Taylors Gang Taylors Gang, Taylors Gang, Taylors Gang Taylors Gang, Taylors Gang, Taylors Gang You know I'm reppin' Taylors All my bread from Cali so you know I'm smokin' flavors If I give a bunch you know I'm only smokin' paper And I throw it out so they can know just what my game is Mother***er haters You see me out, I rep my gang Used to serve that John McCain That John McCain Hold up, they don't know my name Chevy, Chevy, look at all the *** them dollars do Gettin' all this money but you know who It's Taylors 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 about us Say niggas gotta get the okay about stuff They ain't in the same league, they don't play like us No sticks, no C's, keep that road up Bang on them hoes, we does that Socket work, I just had a plug for that Get your Taylor on, hope whatever you rep Throwin' up the gang, 4800 still reppin' the set Got these niggas trippin', and these bitches too They just haters though, no matter what we do What up, cub? On the left side, it's Taylor Gang And that's our dad Taylor Gang You know I'm reppin' Taylors All my whip from Cali, so you know I'm smokin' flavors They ***in' with Bunch, you know I'm only smokin' papers And I throw it up so niggas know just what my game is Mother***er hater Mother***er hater