Chorus:

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 rapping Taylor
On my way from Cali, so you know I'm smoking flavor
Ain't $#&@ing with blunts, you know we only smoking paper

And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is
Mother $#&@ a hater


Left the crib with 10 grand bought a hundred pair
I'm the coach I can show you how to be a player
5 faces, the fitted (*##$es love my hair

Come on shorts go with anything I wanna wear
The let me in the club, f-ck a dress code
Me and all my !@$@s rolling up the best smoke

hush from the west coast
Oh you down to f-ck? Well shorty lets go
Diamonds in my chain !@$@s trying to steal my lane

Trying get my brain (*##$, I'm rapping taylor gang
Smoke till I'm insane, drinking til I'm throwing up
Only papers if you taylored !@$@ throw it up

High socks, low cuts
Smell that good weed than you know its us
That yellow car pulling up, them !@$@s ain't hot so they close to us

Down to fly ya two fingers and hold em up

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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 rapping Taylor

On my way from Cali, so you know I'm smoking flavor
Ain't $#&@ing with blunts, you know we only smoking paper
And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is

Mother $#&@ a hater

Bought a crib like Scarface's

This is my world
All my !@$@s down to bang but we can try worse
Smoking ounces to the head til my lam twirls

I'm the mayor and my (*##$ look like a fly girl
Topic of discussion talk %#@! cause they (*##$es love us
Plus them !@$@s suckers I got that in living color

All my cars are different colors, all my broads are different colors
All I do is $#&@ them once, and I don't call or give 'em numbers
Rolex, more sex, good weed, no stress,

Run my town, arms, chest, lift weights, bow flex,
Throw your set up, what you rep when you twisting ya fingers?
Real reckonised real and my !@$@ you a stranger

Got a bank full of scriller, a brain full of papers
Got a phone full of hoes, and a gang full of Taylor


Chorus:

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 rapping Taylor
On my way from Cali, so you know I'm smoking flavor
Ain't $#&@ing with blunts, you know we only smoking paper

And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is
Mother $#&@ a hater


You see me out I rep my gang,
Used serve that John McCain, that John McCain
Hold up they don't know my name?

Chevy who? Chevy who?
Look at all that %#@! them dollars do,
Getting all this money wit you know who

It's Taylor Gang over you
We popping bottles gang signs
All my !@$@s gang signs
Rollin up gang signs
!@^%s tripping, bang time

Hold up, what they say bout us
Same !@$@s 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 taylorr on,
Hold for whatever you rep,
Throwing up the gang, 4800 still rapping a set

Got these !@$@s tripping, and these (*##$es too
They just haters though, no matter what we do
What up on the left side
Its Taylor gang, and that's or die,


Chorus:

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 rapping Taylor
On my way from Cali, so you know I'm smoking flavor
Ain't $#&@ing with blunts, you know we only smoking paper
And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is
Mother$#&@ a hater