Taxes lyrics

[Intro]
(This MJL, huh?)

[Verse 1: Ggrim]
A-at your home with a pole, get that choppa with a scope
We blowing O's, we rolling dope, we taking toes, we pourin' 4's
Oh that's your hoe I didn't know b*tch, I chase money, you chase b*tches
If you run up on my gang, then we smoke you like a swisher
All my n*ggas keep that blaster, f*ck that b*tch and then I pass her
I'm a buisiness, you pay b*tches, I pay nothing, you pay taxes
f*ck that b*tch, you cuffed that b*tch, in other words you got her shackled
Oh you flex that sack on Twitter, have my n*ggas get you tackled
Other words we finna lick you, we gon' juggle you, we gon rob you
And if your ass got a problem, hit that Mac' and we gon' pop you
I keep 40's on my hip, I load that b*tch, I let it rip
I got the chopper out the window with a di*k, I let it eat
You n*ggas simps, you n*ggas simple, I'ma pop you like a pimple
Smoking fingers of the woods, you smoking sticks, you smoking pencils
And I keep that choppa on me, in case a n*gga run his mouth
b*tch I been runnin' up my bands, and then I ran up in your house
I might crack that seal, I might pour that drank, b*tch I'ma on lean and xans, I can't feel my face
I just roll that gas, I just roll that stank, b*tch I don't hold no hands, I just hold my K
And I know two white b*tches, that I just might f*ck
I like pills, I like lean, I like two white cups
And I cannot stand, because I'm too hot up
We pour a four lines each, you pour a two lines bruh
[Verse 2: Lil Mosey]
You pourin' two lines up (Up), f*ckin' broke ass n*gga
Im chasing stacks, these b*tches on me and I stay gettin' richer
I'm smoking woods to the face, got too much for a swisher (Uh)
And I can't even Wocka-Rocka, people askin' for pictures (They do)
Im leanin' for bout three days, I'm f*ckin' up my kidney (Yeah)
And my vision goin' two ways, and im f*ckin' up my sentence (Oh wow)
Like I told you yeah I'm too paid, so you always se me winnin' (Too paid)
Copped the pole, then hit some licks, but I still stay wit' it (Boom-Boom!)
Hittin' stains, I hit the boof, that sh*t was way more safer
b*tch I'm Bandkid Mosey, cause I stay wit' a paper (Yeah)
And you keep talkin' like you know me, but you won't see me later
I want the neck, f*ck that other sh*t, I can't even date her (b*tch)
Pull up, I got three sticks
I say I got mean di*k (I do)
Quick to fold a n*gga, b*tch I say it 'cause I mean this
Me and bro just kick a door and in got for that n*gga
If you fiendin' for that work, know that Imma serve a n*gga
Get your bands up n*gga, can't even stand up n*gga (Up)
My pockets gettin' heavy, since I ran up n*gga
Get your bands up n*gga, can't even stand up n*gga (Yeah)
My pockets gettin' heavy, since I ran up n*gga, yeah (Yeah I know)