Taylor Gang Lyrics - Chevy Woods

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 

All my weed from Cali, so you know I'm smokin flavour 

Ain't 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 

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Left the crib with 10 grand bought a hundred pair 

I'm the coach I can show you how to be a player 

5/8 is the fitted, bitches love my hair 

Camo shorts go with anything I wanna wear 

They 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 let's go 

Diamonds in my chain, niggas trying to steal my lane 

Chronic in my brain bitch, I'm reppin' Taylor Gang 

Smoke till I'm insane, drinking til I'm throwing up 

Only papers if you Taylor'd nigga throw it up 

High socks, low cuts 

Smell that good weed, then you know its us 

That yellow car pulling up, them niggas ain't high so they close to us 

Down to fly, yeah, two fingers and hold em up 

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Bought a crib like Scarface's 

"This is my world" 

All my niggas down to bang but we can try words 

Smoking ounces to the head til my mind 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 recognize 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 

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 ain't 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 cuz, on the left side 

Its Taylor gang, and thats or die 

CHEVY!