Lyrics of 'Taylor Gang (feat. Chevy Woods)' by Wiz Khalifa

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 reppin' Taylor
On my way from cali, so you know I'm smokin' flavors
Ain't fuckin' with blunts, you know we only smokin' papers
And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is
Muthafuck 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 bitches love my hair
Camo shorts go with anything I wanna wear
The let me in the club, fuck a dress code
Me and all my niggas rollin' up the best smoke
OG kush from the west coast
Oh you down to fuck? Shorty lets go
Diamonds in my chain niggas tryna steal my lane
Tryna get my brain bitch, I'm reppin' Taylor gang
Smoke till I'm insane, drinkin' til I'm throwin' up
Only papers if you Taylor'd nigga throw it up
High socks, low cuts
Smell that good weed than you know it's us
That yellow car pulling up, them 'n'-ggas ain't hot so they close to us
Down to fly ya two fingers and hold em up

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 reppin' Taylor
On my way from cali, so you know I'm smokin' flavors
Ain't fuckin' with blunts, you know we only smokin' papers
And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is
Muthafuck a hater

Bought a crib like scarface's
This is my world
All my 'n'-ggas down to bang but we can try worse
Smoking ounces to the head til my lam twirls
I'm the mayor and my bitch look like a fly girl
Topic of discussion talk shit 'cause they bitches love us
Plus them 'n'-ggas suckas I got that in living color
All my cars are different colors, all my broads are different colors
All I do is fuck 'em once, and I don't call or give 'em numbers
Rolex, more sex, good weed, no stress
Run my town, arms, chest, lift weights, bowflex
Throw your set up, what you rep when you twistin' ya fingers?
Real recognize real and my nig you a stranger
Got a bank full of scrilla, a brain full of papers

Got a phone full of hoes, and a gang full of Taylors
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 reppin' Taylor
On my way from cali, so you know I'm smokin' flavors
Ain't fuckin' with blunts, you know we only smokin' papers
And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is
Muthafuck 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 shit them dollars do
Gettin' all this money wit you know who
It's Taylor gang over you
We poppin bottles gang signs
All my 'niggas gang signs
Rollin up gang signs
Niggas trippin', bang time
Hold up, what they say bout us?
Same 'n'-ggas 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 Taylor on
Hold for whatever you rep
Throwin' up the gang, 4800 still reppin' a set
Got these 'n'-ggas trippin', and these bitches too
They just haters though, no matter what we do
What up cuh, on the left side
It's Taylor gang, and that's or die
Chevy!

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 reppin' Taylor
On my way from cali, so you know I'm smokin flavours
Ain't fuckin' with blunts, you know we only smokin' papers
And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is
Muthafuck a hater