[Chorus] Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, You know I’m reppin’ Taylor On my way from Cali, so you know I’m smokin flavour Aint fuckin with blunts, you know we only smokin’ paper And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is Muthafuck a hater
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1] Left the crib with 10 grand bought a hundred pair I’m the coach I can show you how to be a player 5 faces, the fitted bitches love my hair Camo shorts go with anything I wanna wear The let me in the club, fuck a dress code Me and all my niggas rollin up the best smoke OG kush from the westcoast Oh you down to fuck? Well shorty lets go Diamonds in my chain niggas tryna steal my lane Tryna get my brain bitch, I’m reppin’ taylor gang Smoke till I’m insane, drinkin’ til I’m throwin’ up Only papers if you Taylor’d nigga throw it up High socks, low cuts Smell that good weed than you know its us That yellow car pulling up, them niggas aint hot so they close to us Down to fly ya two fingers and hold em up
[Chorus] Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, You know I’m reppin’ Taylor On my way from Cali, so you know I’m smokin flavour Aint fuckin with blunts, you know we only smokin’ paper And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is Muthafuck a hater
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 2] Bought a crib like Scarface’s This is my world All my niggas down to bang but we can try worse Smoking ounces to the head til my lam twirls I’m the mayor and my bitch look like a fly girl Topic of discussion talk shit cause they bitches love us Plus them niggas suckas I got that in living color All my cars are different colors, all my broads are different colors All I do is fuck ‘em once, and I dont call or give ‘em numbers Rolex, more sex, good weed, no stress, Run my town, arms, chest, lift weights, bowflex, Throw your set up, what you rep when you twistin’ ya fingers? Real recognise real and my nig you a stranger Got a bank full of scrilla, a brain full of papers Got a phone full of hoes, and a gang full of Taylors
[Chorus] Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, You know I’m reppin’ Taylor On my way from Cali, so you know I’m smokin flavour Aint fuckin with blunts, you know we only smokin’ paper And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is Muthafuck a hater
[Chevy Woods] You see me out I rep my gang, Used serve that John McCain, that John McCain Hold up they dont know my name? Chevy who? Chevy who? Look at all that shit them dollars do, Gettin’ all this money wit you know who It’s Taylor 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 bout us? Same niggas gotta get the OK bout stuff They aint in the same league They don’t play like us No stems, no seeds, keep that rolled up Bang on them hoes, we does that Socket work, I just had a plug for that Get your taylor on, Hold for whatever you rep, Throwin up the gang, 4800 still reppin a set Got these niggas trippin’, and these bitches too They just haters though, no matter what we do What up cuh, on the left side Its Taylor gang, and thats or die, CHEVY!
[Chorus] Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang