FREE TAY-K! lyrics

[Intro: Comethazine]
b*tch, what? Ayy

[Verse 1: Comethazine]
10, 12, 15, 15 for sure
Yeah, that's what I rep and I will pluck you like some nose hair
Never met a Loc that was thuggin' more than I am
That b*tch wanna f*ck me 'cause the blue check on my 'Gram
I told that b*tch she gotta blow me first or she can't get nan
Boolin' on the block with five n*ggas, make it six, man
I can't forget the Glock that I'm holdin' in my right hand
I wish a pus*y n*gga run up on me, make him float, man
He did not know I had the semi-auto in the coat, man (Ayy)
Ayy, usually I'm wettin' n*ggas up like the Pope, man
But if that n*gga lucky, I might murk his ass with both hands (What?)
Pop inside a pus*y n*gga dreams like the Sandman
And murk him where he lay like a mothaf*ckin' death bed
Free Tay-K up out that f*ckin' jam while you can, b*tch
Before another n*gga end up dead up in that jail, quick

[Verse 2: ?]
Your b*tch a little hoe, I get that check and then I go
VV's on my neck when my b*tch slidin' down that pole
I just got that [?], then I shot him in his dome
n*gga, I been trappin', I been breakin' in your home
Your b*tch called my phone, I know your b*tch gon' give me dome
These n*ggas say they trappin', but cannot afford a phone
b*tches call my phone and I'm tellin' 'em, "Leave me 'lone"
I just wanna smoke some gas, they see me, they go home
I remember bein' caught in a cell, that sh*t was cold
And I didn't give 'bout sh*t, but stackin' money, f*ckin' hoes
And if a cop talkin' sh*t, everywhere he say a joke
Oh, that's your b*tch? Well, she gon' go, go, go, go
She say you sip too much lean, and she's [?] with your throat
I been on the block with a sniper with a scope
Ayy, and the white be sniffin' coke
Hoppin' out the block with a sniper and a scope (Ayy, ayy)