Fuck the IRS

[Hook x2: Komato$e]
Overdraft my fuckin’ bank account, then I close that
Bitch, it’s big stain season, bold print, no closed captions
No more coke, I sold that
My money flat, you know that
Stuff it in a old mattress
What I say, can’t clone that

[Verse 1: Komato$e & {Lucas Versace}]
Bitch, it’s big stain season, hit a lick on IRS
They might audit me? I bet
Lemme put that to the test
Hope they comin’ ‘round my ends
No Versace on my chest
But Versace sellin’ beats to help me pay up on my rent
And I... {yeah, haha}
Yuh
And I do this for my friends
I ain’t even tryna flex
If it’s food for all my people, then that’s money well spent
I said fuck the feds (fuck feds!)
& I say it ‘til there’s no more bloodshed
I’ve been sick, dawg
Cracker pack, no 6 Dogs
My tone correct w/ no DAW
Turn your body to coleslaw
If you don’t act chaotic, then you cannot come around me
My big homie love to fight, he‘ll bounce your skull off concrete

[Hook x2: Komato$e]
Overdraft my fuckin’ bank account, then I close that
Bitch, it’s big stain season, bold print, no closed captions
No more coke, I sold that
My money flat, you know that
Stuff it in a old mattress
What I say, can’t clone that

[Verse 2: $!kFuk]
You counterfeit u fake and I ain't fkn w none of u bitches hoe. Ain't gettin none of my dirty money dummy fuck is you trippin for? Bitch fuck the IRS im sick just like a virus. This grimey money be piling bitch you try me there gon be violence. I don't really give a fuck bitch we gettin buck if you tryna talk shit. Keep a full clip for the bullshit that will leave your mother fuckin skull split. Click clack better get back bitch everybody in my clique strapped. Call dispatch bouta kick ya door lil hoe tell me where the shits at. Took it all we need that. Shotty with the ski mask. Currency my drug i wake up daily tryna relapse. Pull up on em with a stick. Split their mother fuckin wig. I don't give a fuck ima spill your blood then I slide out with your bitch