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Young Thug - Taxd Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Ayy

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Drank, take a lil' sip of that Act (Blow it)
Flood all my bitches in that (That way)
I'm in the projects without Pat (Ayy)
My jewelry leave 'em blind like bats (Bling)
Diamonds for her in the back (Blaow)
Hit that lil' bitch from the back, she stacked (What?)
Ask me like how I do that? (What?)
Pop a lil' Xan and relax (Yeah)
About my racks, you get whacked (Pew pew pew pew) If he got racks, he get taxed (Pew pew pew)
Five, four, three, two, one, attack (Go)
Bitch, all of my whoadies hit that
Pussy nigga, they some rats (What?)
He swung on my pockets, they fat, no catch
But all my bitches they brats (Brats)
Pop a lil' Perky, relax (Turn up, turn up)

[Refrain: Young Thug]
These niggas up to something (Hmm)
Hey, she need to fuck or something

[Verse: Mahzi]
If he got racks, he get tax'd
[?] my back
Paper chasing [?] ready or not
They been watching your spot
[?] picking [?]
Got the yoppa, won't take no chanse with the oppers
Look at my diamonds, they yellow
4 karots in the bezzle
Syrup muddy, same color as the bezzle, iced out canary yellow
I'm tryna get [?]
My youngings, they came off the curb
They used to be fronting, but now they stuntin, my money is [?] your's
Boy, the money ain't the issue
I got [?] for the issues
Louie V all on my tissues
You fell off, and they just hit you
[?] slay them slay them
I got bad bitches screaming "yeah"
Bitches thought they was bad
Find out bitches doing bad
All these bitches talking money, always talking money, never see the cash
[?] with the bag
[?] do the math
Fuck nigga plus a fuck nigga equals fuck nigga, can you add?
[?] a ho from [?]
Then I flip it and [?]
Catch me jugging on a Sunday, might as well retire one day
Club going on a Tuesday, trap going up on a Monday
Got a closet full of skelitons
If you snitching, find your rellitives
Bet you niggas never tell again
Bet you niggas never tell again
With a pocket full of presidents
Run up on you at your residents
Pop the trunk just like an elephant
Working harder than a Mexican
Pray to god to let me flex again
Finessed a nigga out a check again
Finessed a nigga out a check again
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Drank, take a lil' sip of that Act (Blow it)
Flood all my bitches in that (That way)
I'm in the projects without Pat (Ayy)
My jewelry leave 'em blind like bats (Bling)
Diamonds for her in the back (Blaow)
Hit that lil' bitch from the back, she stacked (What?)
Ask me like how I do that? (What?)
Pop a lil' Xan and relax (Yeah)
About my racks, you get whacked (Pew pew pew pew) If he got racks, he get taxed (Pew pew pew)
Five, four, three, two, one, attack (Go)
Bitch, all of my whoadies hit that
Pussy nigga, they some rats (What?)
He swung on my pockets, they fat, no catch
But all my bitches they brats (Brats)
Pop a lil' Perky, relax (Turn up, turn up)

[Refrain: Young Thug]
These niggas up to something (Hmm)
Hey, she need to fuck or something