Taxin’ lyrics

[Intro]
Is that Tango on the beat?
Ayy, Nine9 really kickin' sh*t, ya heard?
Nine9 made it

[Verse]
Ridin' round in foreign cars, goin' mobile (Uh)
It's four racks for my ring in total (Ayy, ayy)
Shippin' packs, you don't know sh*t 'bout the postal (Ayy)
That's your b*tch, well, she like my vocal (Uh)
That's my slime, on his head is a cobra (Uh)
I miss lean, I miss buying sodas
I stretch my money, no yoga
I-I-I need-I need more money than Oprah (Uh, uh-huh)
Expensive, I swag in high fashion
They see me, they don't need no glasses (Oh, no, hm)
They talkin', they just want a reaction
My passion's for drugs and satisfaction
They bluffing, we know you ain't having
What you flexing, I got a fraction
When I was down, I remember they was laughing (Peons)
Now I'm the plug, I pull up, I'm taxing
I don't know you, I'm taxing
I'm taxing for the wax pen
Got good gas, you relaxin' (Oh, uh)
Pull up, I'm taxing (Go)
I don't know you, I'm taxing
I'm taxing for the wax pen
Got good gas, you relaxin' (Oh, oh, go, go)
[Outro]
Is that Tango on the beat?
Ayy, Nine9 really kickin' sh*t, ya heard?
Nine9 made it