Tax Season

[Intro]
What the lick read my nigga?
Haha, nigga I'm just chillin'
Waitin' for everything to go up
NIgga, you know how it is
Tax season
On mommas bro, you know
Crashin' everything
Ayy, lemme use yo' daughter on my taxes though

[Verse 1]
I just might fuck around and rob a nigga
I just my fuck around-
Okay I'm robbin all February, tax season comin' up
.40 on my waist but in my trunk I got that 'What the fuck'
PG yo' shit, boy it's time to get paid
Nigga, I could put Wonder Woman on a blade
Make forty-thou then put 20 on my chain
5 on some rims, five-hundred on some drank
Few thousand on some dank
Buy my bitch a weave, plus I need some new J's
Motherfuck save, boy it's time to get paid
And flex the rest on IG
Caption say, "Broke ass nigga, come find me"
Fuck around and make a nigga turn his location on
Postin' videos like, "Nigga, what you waitin' on?"
20 on my chain is what you fuck niggas hatin' on
Is that what you niggas hatin' on? Haha

[Break]
On my momma, I'm trippin' if a niggas think he gon' take it

[Verse 2]
On my momma, if a nigga try to snatch it, I'm trippin'
On my momma, if a nigga think I'm pussy, I'm chippin'
Bake scamin', flex the money that I scam when I get it
Momma told me I'ma end up in a casket or prison
Man, my momma don't know shit about these streets
Man, my momma don't-

[Chorus]
Don't flex without yo' pistol on you
Don't flex without yo' pistol on you
You will get robbed
(On my momma, it's tax season
I'm robbin' every nigga movin'
Everything movin', on mommas)
You will get robbed
(On mommas nigga, I need it all
I need all my chilly, for real
She got a income tax bracket? I want two-thousand)