TAX SEASON

[Intro] Uh, ayy [Verse] Short tempered, bitch keep me out your mentions Before I dunk a three in this 20 in Zombieland but it's my decision Nigga wake up mad, he finished, playing him like he fighting his demons I stood on ten and kept my pride in tact, I know the meaning My bitch now that my hood business, I'm OT with some bad Belizeans Go against that mafioso guillotine, that shit treason Nigga still playing defense, made a way and shit look easy Get him old like baby Sosa, Truey jacket on, I'm kiefing My bitch know my face goated, pop outside, she pardon me Hit up twice in the leg, neck, but ain't no pain and he still breathing Light a flick, I ain't with all that repetition, I made Ms in the main sense Go against that grain, your best better be praying and go repent Give a fuck 'bout niggas, I done had enough of niggas Chris Veg, my gen extended Bitch niggas be gender switching Fuck niggas be overtending, I just had my time with her Niggas'll trick on hoes out here for free, but I won't tell our secret, baby (I won't tell our secret, baby) Hold game, that's my codename, I'll get 'em spinned from miles away Numbers certifies [?] in between us everyday (Certified, nigga) He gangster, but he told and dropped his rank South of France the newest fashion, I got runway pieces waiting I got big blocks of cheese and I multiply, I get the grate Nigga tried to sell me a pint of Quagen green, I felt degraded [?] trap with [?], high tide nigga saving Stand unbranded all cost, he turned angel, Anita Baker Pockets doughboy, oh really, peep show like 450 I don't even be posting shit, lil' folks flight risk Buy these bags and bet your clientele come running back, I bet my life on it (Bet my life on it) Don't even matter how much I drop the ticket, I put my tax on it, nigga (My tax on it, nigga) [Outro] (My tax on this shit) (You know what the fuck it is) I don't even wanna talk, on my mama