Tax The Church lyrics

[Chorus]
Hop up and make it look easy boy
Jump out and hop on a sleazy thot
Hard, for all these racks, I worked
IRS, come take it in blood
Neck, wrist got sent to flood
b*tch ass n*gga, go tax the church
Fasting, benji's in these lil' jeans
[?] with the wealthy, we gon' eat
Yeah, yeah, we gon' feast
Put milk in her face and it turned to cheese
Pound the cheeks, ciabatta and brie
Stuffing my face, b*tch, I can't even breathe
I'm rolling her [geeks?] while I lick on her feet
She wanna see how I handle them Ps
She want her body adorned in VV's
f*ck her and put her to sleep, Z-Z

[Verse]
I get high for real, unfortunately
I might die for real, unfortunately
She want me to come to Brazil, speak Portuguese
Dreamt 'bout times like this, eating pork and beans
Whole lotta hoes in here, get a hunnid mo'
I be beneath a b*tch level, undersco'
I like a lot of b*tches, the smoke is blown
I like a lot of drink, finna pour some more
I'm finna rob the bank, get a dub stack
Walk in your state like, "Mate, where your mum's at?"
All my n*ggas gon' ball, where your chums at?
Pants in the fold of the wall like a thumbtack
n*ggas getting got, where the f*ck your gun at?
Ran away, boy, I'm leaving here with some [dat?]
'Bout to pull up with Sc*m and Lil Dumbass
Take a n*gga money, run and thumb through it
[Chorus]
Hop up and make it look easy boy
Jump out and hop on a sleazy thot
Hard, for all these racks, I worked
IRS, come take it in blood
Neck, wrist got sent to flood
b*tch ass n*gga, go tax the church
Fasting, benji's in these lil' jeans
[?] with the wealthy, we gon' eat
Yeah, yeah, we gon' feast
Put milk in her face and it turned to cheese
Pound the cheeks, ciabatta and brie
Stuffing my face, b*tch, I can't even breathe
I'm rolling her [geeks?] while I lick on her feet
She wanna see how I handle them Ps
She want her body adorned in VV's
f*ck her and put her to sleep, Z-Z