Tax Time lyrics

by

DaBaby


[Verse]
I f*ck your b*tch better when it's tax time (It's RickyRick on the beat)
Tryna get up in them pants, 'cause I really need a bag, I 'on't really mean to brag
I ain't seen a n*gga yet that can run in with ya boy
I'm walkin' 'round the house without a shirt like Uncle Roy
I sent my Uncle Rick to get some liquor from the store
I need to hit the nursing home to see my Uncle Ray
Supposed to go and see my mama but I went and made a play
I ain't nothing like the muh'f*ckin' n*ggas round the way, I'm the muh'f*ckin' truth
Everything I muh'f*ckin' do
I asked him what he paid, the n*gga said, "25," should've seen the n*gga eyes when I told him, "22"
Like the other n*gga face when I hit 'em for the twenty
You know everybody 'round me getting muh'f*ckin' money
I ain't forget to pray, but I ain't go to church on Sunday
I was selling pounds tryna break 'em down to onions, goddamn, there he go
These n*ggas hate it when they see me on the radio, they even played a n*gga on the TV
These n*ggas late, I told these n*ggas I was great they ain't believe me
I hit the crowd, the people squeeze me, they be screamin', "Baby Jesus"
f*cked around and made a 20 yesterday from sellin' reefer
Made another 45 hundred doin' n*ggas features
I'ma turn a 25 to a 50, double that and bring it back to the family everybody round me eatin'
And if I'm on the stage and n*gga in the crowd play crazy we gon' jump up off the stage we gon' beat him
I cut a couple side hoes off, cause I don't got the time of the day for them b*tches I don't need 'em
All the labels lookin' at me cut the muh'f*ckin' check
'Cause I ain't seen a rapper out here f*ckin' with me yet
I'm holding up a Rollie on my muh'f*ckin' wrist
And I'm dancin' round with diamonds on my muh'f*ckin' neck
f*ckin' on her good like I'm tryna break a sweat
I just hopped up off a flight, flew to Charlotte overnight
I don't wanna be a killer, I don't think you wanna die
That's a muh'f*ckin' .40, put it on a n*gga life
What the f*ck a n*gga mean, f*ck is on a n*gga mind
Why he wanna f*ck with me? I was out here doing fine
Book the show and pay the fee, I'ma turn up every time
I'm too busy on the grind, don’t try now to hit my line
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