[Verse]
I was splurgin' at North Park tryna look rich (What?)
Could've bought a ass for my motherfuckin' bitch (Damn)
Free Santana Sage (Gang), he gon' empty out the clip (Gang, gang)
On my mama, I'ma rage for my motherfuckin' jits
I won't ever flip the page, bitch, I'm stickin' to the script (Rug-Rat!)
Old-ass n***as lame and I'm bout to pull they slip (Rug-Rat!)
Bitch, I'm half yo' fuckin' age with a extra long clip (Oh)
I don't got ten shots, but yo' aim ain't shit (Bitch)
Bitch, I keep the Smith like my name Brad Pitt
Twenty-two shots, clip look like my dick (Fah-fah-fah-fah)
If a n***a try me, on my mama, I get lit (Yuh)
If Wu say he dead, then I know his ass is hit
Chopper 22, with a extra long clip (Bang)
And that stock kick back, but it ain't shit to fold that bitch (Bap, bap)
Rappin'-ass n***as ain't gon' do shit
Bitch, I'm loadin' up this Cobra while you loadin' up that diss (Gah, bah)
I got hella shooters, and they ain't gon' miss
Bitch, it's 2016, what's the addy to yo' crib? (It's 2016, man)
I don't tote no Glock, boy, I know you see that stick (Stick)
And if you run up on me like a Beyblade, I rip (Fah)
I don't know what you heard, but lil' Tay-K with the shits (Bitch)
I never duck a opp, unless he is a snitch (Bitch)
And I'm still out here juggin', 'cause I can't even resist (Bitch)
And I still got opps, 'cause I'm still hittin' licks (Bitch)
Bitch, I'm Tay-K, and I'm steady on the clock (Tick-tock)
And the feds want my head, I— (Gang)
And I'm always finessin', I can never ever stop (Juh)
If a n***a try to press me (Juh), like a soda, I pop (Fah)
If 12 pull me over, on my mama, I'ma run (Skrrt)
'Cause it's B.B. on my belt, but it's hollows in my gun (Hollows in my gun)
Every single day, I could never miss one
Bitch, I'm out here in the field, and I do this shit for fun