Wilx - Tax Lyrics

Aye aye aye aye aye
Aye aye aye aye

Blue racks, facts
New packs, tax
Digi skates and digi dash
I'm doing the max
Get it once and f*ck it up
I'm good at getting back
Get out your feelings, get some business
I been adding tax
Let me hit you with facts
Ima hit ya with tax
Ima hit from the back
But bet I don't get too attached
That last lil za was cool
But now I got a newer batch
My uncle name was Sam
You know that all I knew was tax

Pounds in the closet with a couple racks
I been tryna double that
Can't let my old bitch double back
Bunch of playaz in my circle
Got designer on my duffel bag
Pick up backends and fronts
Your credit good, I let you run a tab
Designer on my duffel
It match my buckle
Wavy nigga with chips bae
Ain't talking bout no ruffle
I'm up every time you see me
It ain't hard just gotta hustle
Gotta put it in they face
This shit be live in living color
Diamonds dance dancing
Don't touch me where your hands been
Ain't tryna make no damn friends
Kushy, that's my damn twin
Pull-up in a damn Benz
Ain't worried bout no damn spins
Count and talk to dead men
Taxing for these damn bens

Blue racks, facts
New packs, tax
Digi skates and digi dash
I'm doing the max
Get it once and f*ck it up
I'm good at getting back
Get out your feelings, get some business
I been adding tax
Let me hit you with facts
Ima hit ya with tax
Ima hit from the back
But bet I don't get too attached
That last lil za was cool
But now I got a newer batch
My uncle name was Sam
You know that all I knew was tax

Aye aye aye aye aye
Aye aye aye aye aye