[Fes Taylor] Yo, catch 'em in Williamsburg, I might kill his bird It's kinda like Revenge of the Nerds You niggas is turds, I flush on niggas Over a couple of figures, that's my word Thirty grand make a nigga switch plans Realize that ya man trynna get you a scam My gun don't jam, it drum roll beer All they saw was an unknown man, Taylor Conan Both hands squeezing his throat glands, squeezing like coke cans Fresh Air Fund seasonal program We the reason they even know fam He was Blue Cheesing it, eating off old jams And we ain't get paid for shit Kinda like what a slave would get, shit I'm bout to get my Suge Knight on Pull my hammer out the drawer, throw my hoodie right on I hang a nigga from the terrace He looking like food all I need is a beverage Thirsty to pull the trigger, first we was niggas Now I think about how to dump the nigga in the river Funny how money change close friends Brand new attitude, laying low in the Benz Fuck a freestyle, everything cost a fee now Like paper for my lawyer, in case I see trial Took a bow like Rihanna, I made a promise To my old earth, I'mma be all that I can be, mama You see karma's a muthafucka, it's Tony Tucker I don't take ya bitch on dates, I only fuck her These old school niggas is fucking washed up I Tide Clorox niggas, so homey squash what If I don't get every dollar of my bread I'mma send the rottweilers for ya head, muthafucka
