[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Yo, what up? It's your boy Wiz Khalifa, man
And I wanna welcome you guys to the 2014
BET Taylor Gang Cypher with
Juicy J, Ty Dolla $ign, Tuki, Chevy Woods, and Berner
Let's get it
[Verse 1: Tuki]
Separate me from y'all niggas like it's [?] surgery
Splitting siamese twins, [?] shots in
[?] Chinese on lean
[?]
[?] different kinda rhymer
Slick, spit [?]
While I ride around a nigga, he was flyin' [?]
[?] that's [?]
[?]
[?] y'all sheep
I'm the shepherd, **** a trophy [?]
[?] gold [?] platinum teeth
'T' is for [?] 'U' is for understand
'K' is for [?] 'I' is incredible, man
[?] gun hostler
[?] the one your auntie and your mom was after
[Verse 2: Berner]
A little head stash, let the rest fly
And all I evеr wanted was an S5
4800 for a Laker back in '09
No lie, ATL, wе had a goldmine
I'm a legend in the streets, yeah
Larry Bird, Mr. 33 a piece
The cookie man, everybody know me, I'm lowkey
In the brand new Benz, I'm so clean, listen
San' Fran' [?] she ready
I slap a man if he try and [?]
Gucci flip-flops, rocks with the big watch
I was ducking shots in Cali' when the wrist pop
I keep a shoebox full, dead presidents
[?] big trucks how I send 'em in
Been had girls [?]
Shoutout BET, but I do it for the Mexicans, Berner
[Verse 3: Chevy Woods]
Gang ****, all I know is gang ****
4800, yeah, I bang this
Yeah, f' a snitch, you could die slow
We don't work with or talk to the 5-0
Yeah, Pittsburgh girl, where you from, though?
I can see that ass from the front, though
Yeah, hit a button in the top [?]
On the highway like mother [?] be
My old head told me [?] mess with you
Boy, we [?] it all, what you wanna do?
Uh, sucker boys ain't allowed here
Huh, and ain't too many smiles here
Fetch, if you get it, I can mess witchu
Try to rob me, homie, nothing but pistols
That's on the hood that I come from
Fake tattoo tears like you done somethin'
[Verse 4: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ayy, [?] baby
Ayy, [?] baby
Ayy, and all I need is weed and liquor
Let your girl out front, we 'bout to meet up with her
Ayy, that girl familiar
Uh, the tour bus, she been there
Uh, I ain't a pimp, I'm player, though
Yeah, she bad, but she do what I say, though
Your girls'd go bi'
In the club with no suit and no socks
Uh, and my [?] cost a whole lot
[?] my song of this year, yeah, I wrote that
Ayy, shout Khalifa, [?] a real one
And all the homies A1
T.G. O.D., we the real stoners
Free TC drop, homie, game over
[Verse 5: Juicy J]
I make it rain, my car came with an umbrella
All I got is paydays posted up and down my schedule
[?] till I faint, I don't know what else to tell her
Handcuff a chick never, she ain't mine, I just met her
Backstage like a greenhouse, my crib your dreamhouse
Heard you got that sack, I [?] get you cleaned out
O.G. still ballin', shows 'cross the water
Don't understand they language, but I understand them dollars
Blue magic flow, you ain't heard that's that killer
'Bout to kill the club: Frank Lucas chinchilla
Sippin' on the [?] crackers pour it up
Bands'll make her dance, stripper pole on my tour bus
Rollex so priceless, on point like an icepick
More money in my future, I don't need no psychic
Still in the game winnin', homie, I ain't complainin'
Roll me up a fatty, let it burn: Usher Raymond
[Verse 6: Wiz Khalifa]
Just left a million-dollar tour
And I plan on sellin' out more
Droppin' classics out the door
Still doin' mixtapes just to satisfy my core
We bring the peace, but train for war
Don't bite the game, then change the score
Still [?] bottles on my floor
[?] come from less, so I still want more
Whole squad doin' numbers like we thought it should
Drop Black Hollywood, now, I got it good
Whole Taylor Gang mob
On the plane smokin' Js with the pilot
Said it wasn't that old Wiz? Well, this is old Wiz
27 with a kid handlin' grown biz
I showed you how to hit the road
Showed you how to do shows, how to get it on your own
Got at least one of my tapes in your phones
You niggas my kids, you ain't my clones
Hear my name in every home
Gotta love me, can't leave me alone, if I speak it, it's known
Like I'm the hottest breathin'
And the **** I'm smokin' loud, so it's not a secret
And the **** I'm rockin' old, this is not a season
Know it's Taylor Gang or die, ain't with us? It's treason
[?] reason
[?] I'm the one you've heard of
Gold [?] with the Bobby Shmurda
I'm tatted up, smoke papers
Now, the world wanna be Taylor
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