Tax Evasion Freestyle

(Yeah) Yeah, you already know we in the bitch You know what I'm sayin', big tax evasion goin' down Ayy man, if you're invadin' your taxes this Year, put your left hand up in the air right now Look around, give someone a high five You know what I'm sayin' We all in this shit together, you feel me (Uh-huh) Yeah, real trash music goin' on, you know what I'm sayin' Yeah, uh, yeah, uh Yeah, yeah, we in this bitch, yeah, we in this bitch Yeah, we in this bitch and you know we fuckin' lit, uh What's goin' on? Yeah, I'm chillin' with my homies and we turnt up Bitch, we chillin' Finna pull up to play basketball Yeah, we hoopin', yeah, we hoopin' at the mall 'Cause you know we fuckin' pulled up and we ballin' Yeah, we really pulled up and we stallin' 'Cause we like some pretty planes up in the sky, bitch Yeah, you watchin', know we too fly And we life up on them jackets, on God Yeah, we keep on saucin' like a pan, oh my Yeah, we at the Galleria mall, at the food court And you know we finna get hella juice, bitch Yeah, we finna get some, uh, Chick-Fil-A sandwiches and shit Yeah, we finna get some fries from there And we finna get a Philly steak cheese with hair in it 'Cause the bitch in the back put hair in it And she isn't no employee, man, she did me dirty Yeah, that shit made me hella fuckin' mad, homie Yeah, that shit made me wanna make a Yelp account So I pulled up on Yelp and left a bad review And she fuckin' disappeared like her name was Mewtwo Yeah, she teleported smooth, try to hit me with a bat I was like, "Nah, bitch, you know I'ma counter that," I'ma-, oh man I was finna run out of breath but I'm Back in this bitch, like a motherfuckin' hit Man, I feelin' like a lick the way I'm saucin' this shit With the motherfuckin' khakis on, I'm motherfuckin' fit Yeah, I got it from Walmart, don't give a shit Finna-, oh man, I keep zonin' out on the beat 'cause I'm tired then a bitch, man Man, I need to get some sleep Man, I need to lay me head on some soft leather sheets Man, I need to get a pillow and I need to beat my meat Yeah, I'm on PornHub eight days a week Just pulled up to page 55, G Yeah, I'm in this bitch and I'm feelin' like a tree 'Cause the money green, yeah, I'm countin' loose leaf Just got here and I'm trippin', lose sleep Finna act up takin' out the noose, B 'Cause I gotta tie all my racks in a row Had to hide my money, so I gave it to the pope And I'm at the pasta shop Yeah, I'm hungry, finna get some veggie pasta Yeah, I'm chillin', smokin' gas with the rasta Bitch, I'm feelin' like a lion, Mufasa Yeah, I told the little bitch, "Move faster" Gettin' in the way of my motherfuckin' cash run So you know I'm boutta spit trash, you gon' hear it Really locked up in the booth Really feelin' like I got a sugar sweet tooth Pulled up on your bitch, yeah, you know I got the juice Not talkin' 'bout Powerade Yes, I'm fly like a brand new fade Boutta blow up like a live grenade I don't even try 'cause I know I'm too great Man, oh man, I just ran out of breath But I'm still hittin' this shit with-, uh Let me think real quick, sike Yeah, I'm pulled a spit real quick on a dyke Pulled up with that motherfuckin' dick, on sight I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm in the fuckin' light Yeah, I got my spirit up high, up tight Fly with the motherfuckin' falcon punch Yeah, I pulled up, I don't want no lunch Lunch disrupts the grind and I don't waste time Yeah, I'm chillin', feelin' like I might see sublime Pull up with that motherfuckin' ice, see the line, uh Yeah, man Oh, yo', IRS, by the way, man If y'all hear this, this shit in the office, man I was JK, man, you know what I'm sayin' Don't pull up on me and audit my shit, you know what I'm sayin' I got like 52 kids, you feel me I'm payin' child support for all of 'em And uhm, cut me some slack, you feel me But, uh, oh yeah, uhm Also if any bad bitches wanna pull up on me before World War 3 start You know what I'm sayin', hit me up on MySpace You know what I'm sayin', or LinkedIn, you feel me, or like, uh Local Space, you know what I'm sayin', or you can hit my email You can hit my fax number, you know what I'm sayin', or like, uh I don't know, hit me up on PS3, you feel me, uh My gamertag is "GoTakeNotes", you know what I'm sayin' Uh, yeah