Tax Season (feat. AZ Chike)

Ay, ay

Ay, ay

It's the middle of the year but I'm ballin' like it's tax season

Ay, holes in his chest got his back breathin'

Winter cold but I'm shoppin' like it's Saks season

Trap ****, every gram, every pack needed

Wait a minute, she pay to pimp it, I'm like Slickback

And you know how I get, I need my get-back

Chain snatchin', your big homie can't get shit back

Gold PC yellow, try to take it, I go pitch black

Stick smokin', tip-toein', this is a house lick

Ay, put him in the cloud, he want that clout, bitch

I'm 'bout bitch, anythin' that you 'bout, bitch

I'm with the North, wrong move, it go south, bitch

Wait, hold up, it's money on your head bitch, it's tax season

Ay, she ain't on the rag bitch, this MAC bleedin'

Stall him out the wrong move and we back beefin'

She all grown but this dick got her back teethin'

What? You want this dick, you gotta pay for it

This dick good, I got you stayin' up late for it

Balls deep, goin' nuts like a acorn

Bitch I'm Jake makin' calls out of State Farm

Icy but I stay warm with London, but she ain't Lauren

Mercedes but she ain't foreign, rap bitch stay goin'

Ballin' but you can't show it, I'm jackin' but it ain't stolen

Cash like the bank stolen, no bus but I take tokens

That's North, two band for my shoes like it's tax season

Maybach's rollin' backs bitch, I'm back seatin'

36 straight to Sak', now the trap beatin'

Got a MAC on my lap, the rap season

In a Cadillac, I got crack dreams

Fell in love with 'yac, then I took back lean

He reachin' for my neck, we gon' pack him

Back to back to back, not your ordinary tag-team

Straight from the dirt, you can't fuck with me

Your bitch gave me neck, now she stuck with me

The show-rocker, they can't get enough of me

Thumbin' through these hunnids, nowadays we barely touch fifties