Maytag (Tax Free)

Fourmatic boys on the rise, we the wave like erosion's Y'all niggas way too tired, nigga what do you gain from emotions? Stop the commotion, y'all niggas not outside Suck a dick, you sucka niggas can die If I want it, there ain't no way you can stop it I could cancel all your plans with a swipe I could cancel all your plans for life Truthfully, you see the physique You know you not fucking with me To keep it a bean, I need me a G If I'm putting words to a sheet You niggas centipedes, you sensitive please A hundred feet on 'em at least I'm where I'm supposed to be, my spirit at ease You don't wanna talk about free I need 20 million on me (tax free) Why you talking on the tweets (at me) I can see it in your face (acne), you don't feel safe Won't you come clean? (Tax free) Got a brand-new watch, that bitch tax free (yuh!) I don't need no Glock for no rap beef (save) Them boys xerox, that's a pet peeve (yuh!) Bitch, I paid my dues, tax free Maytag niggas, I'ma Maytag niggas (Maytag) Maytag niggas, I'ma Maytag niggas (louder) Maytag niggas, I'ma Maytag niggas (kids!) Maytag niggas, I'ma Maytag niggas (louder!) Yeah Name a nigga that can wash me (yeah, right, okay!) Better go get some money (yeah, right, okay!) Air it out like laundry (yeah, right, okay!) All my real niggas copy (yeah, right, okay!) Maytag niggas, I'ma Maytag niggas Maytag niggas, I'ma Maytag niggas (Maytag) Sick of all you hoes, it's a pandemic He said he want smoke, can he handle it? No You don't gotta question if I'm authentic All my hoes from the motherland, they look like Russell Stover's Bitch, I'm feeling extra as fuck Leprechaun scope, nigga push your luck I don't need to boast, I just gotta show up Yeah, I heard all your flows, you not fucking wit' us, yeah (bitch) Bitch, I know yo' baby momma way too well especially She tell me what time you work, so I'll be there 'til next week I got me some lead for anybody wanna test me Bless me, I don't need protection Capricorn king, you can't cancel me (cancel me) Well-dressed hood booger, baby, dance with me I know what you want, get your hands off me All she get is dick and happy hour then she go to sleep Tell me who you with 'cause ain't no playing sides (playing sides) Run up on yo' ass, it's just me, no mas Niggas mad 'cause my theme song like E. coli Roaming wit' pockets of Romaine Gold chains, go change your gang Niggas want yo' lane, no way I'ma let you get in my space I'ma take the food off yo' plate I'ma give yo' boo Yoplait Playing no games with this shit I'm like Coltrane with this shit Put my soul train in yo' bitch Head for goal don't need assist How you a goat? You don't exist Open the door, hit me a lick Bitch, I'm Hov's 92 bricks Losing control, niggas don't know where to go You headed straight for the cliff You get exposed, you perpetrate in your flows You better come clean with that shit (Maytag)