Dirty Taurus

[Intro]
Ayy, yeah, ayy
I used to whip a dirty Taurus, it said wash me on the back
We used to whip a dirty Taurus, it said wash me on the back
Ayy, yeah (G-G-G-Good work, Charlie)

[Refrain]
We used to whip a dirty Taurus, it said wash me on the back
Now I hop up on the plane and take it to L.A. and back
I just be vibin' with the team 'cause I know they got my back (Yeah)
I'm just vibin' with the team 'cause I know they got my back (Ayy, yeah)

[Verse 1]
They be like, "Ant Beale, all he do is pop shit
Seen him out in Cali, he was chillin' with a pop bitch
Then I turned around and seen him drivin' in his mom whip" (Skrrt, skrrt)
They all love to talk about the kid 'cause they ain't got shit
They ain't never seen shit
'Less they seen me out in Calabasas with a scene bitch
Smelling like some Dolce & Gabbana mixed with lean sip
And a little green shit
Fuck that shit they talk about 'cause it don't ever mean shit
It's like the moral to the story is I grow and get bigger
We off the Goose and lemonade tonight 'cause he bought the liquor
Yeah, WCW just followed my Twitter
And I know you really like her, so I'm tryna get with her

[Chorus]
I need them VVS's on my ring too
I need a singing bitch I can sing to
I need someone to ask me why I get so high
Need the trunk shaking when I ride by
You know the hate is the new love
They get close to us just to use us
But I'ma keep turnin' up too much
Fuck the club up so bad they try to sue us

[Refrain]
We used to whip a dirty Taurus, it said wash me on the back
Now I hop up on the plane and take it to L.A. and back
I just be vibin' with the team 'cause I know they got my back
I'm just vibin' with the team 'cause I know they got my back
We used to whip a dirty Taurus, it said wash me on the back
Now I hop up on the plane and take it to L.A. and back
I just be vibin' with the team 'cause I know they got my back
I'm just vibin' with the team 'cause I know they got my back (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
They got evil intentions, I could see right through it
I won't need me no pension, bitch, I get right to it
Bet they wanted me dead once the kid got ahead
I could ride in they bed and grab they bitch by the head, woah (Woah)
I'm the bull she told you not to worry 'bout (Worry 'bout)
She told you she was goin' to her auntie house (To her auntie house)
She called the Uber Black to the studio, yeah
We made a movie, woah
You have nine hundred and thirty-seven messages

[Chorus]
I need them VVS's on my ring too
I need a singing bitch I can sing to
I need someone to ask me why I get so high (Try)
Need the trunk shaking when I drive by
You know the hate is the new love
They get close to us just to use us
But I'ma keep turnin' up too much
Fuck the club up so bad they try to sue us