Taxing*

Lyrics from Snippet

[Chorus]
Racks in my safe, touch me, you die
Wire just hit my bank account
I'm finna go, pull that bitch out
Fucking that bitch, I ain't taking her out
I'm from the South, just made it out
What's your excuse? Boy, cry it out
Racks in, got the backend
Fucking that bitch and her best friend
Packs landed and I'm taxing
Cop that feat, boy, I'm taxing
Cop that feat, boy, I'm taxing
Fucking that bitch and her best friend
Packs landed and I'm taxing
Cop that feat, boy, I'm taxing
Cop that feat, boy, I'm taxing
Racks in my safe, touch me, you die
Wire just hit my bank account
I'm finna go, pull that bitch out
Fucking that bitch, I ain't taking her out
I'm from the South, just made it out
What's your excuse? Boy, cry it out
Racks in, got the backend
Fucking that bitch and her best friend
Packs landed and I'm taxing
Cop that feat, boy, I'm taxing
Cop that feat, boy, I'm taxing
Fucking that bitch and her best friend
Packs landed and I'm taxing
Cop that feat, boy, I'm taxing
Cop that feat, boy, I'm taxing

[Verse]
Let's not forget, huh
Went on tour with your bitch, huh
Steady, steady flying 'round, riding 'round with your bitch, huh
That shit got you shit, huh, I ain't doing shit, yeah
Check me into my hotel, I sit back, get high, yeah
Look at the time, 10PM, oh shit, I got a show, yeah
500 for that shipping that gas, I'm finna get high, yeah
Bad bitch say she need a flight, PJ that bitch that night
Treat that bitch just like a slut, she won't even come for one night
Got that bitch snorting coke, she finna go all night
Ain't no Yachty, 1Night, she finna get this pipe
She gon' go all night
Yeah, this nigga my twin, I'm finna give him...