[Intro: Young Taylor]
Taylor bout to fuckin' flex

[Verse 1: Needleprick]
And I tell em about my fuckin' flex
Rolling cest I've been under stress
Trying to get my bucket list lookin full of ticks
Bumping Big Punisher
Sit your lips quick snitch type of shit that makes us wanna come at ya
I'm just young Needleprick from the south city
Tabs of acid the only thing that makes the south pretty
Slow motion rolling big joints
Y'all get murdered over bitcoin
And I just can't stop spittin'
I'm Charlie Sheen I can't stop winning
All these bottles full of liquor I can't stop swimming
House party full of hot women
Im just thankful that y'all got with it
Im not on blocks with it
Uh but fuck it I just keep spazzing
Turn this up and puff a blunt for the keep stashes
Don’t you ask me, cause I'm sick of all these leach rappers
Yall didn’t think I could flow for ever
Now I guess you know better
My haters pockets full of no chedder
Trying to get my wrist frozen like this cold weather
And my ex bitch is nothing but a coke fetcher
My next shit gonna be so better
Cruising down the street
Bumping heat, come and fuck with me
I'm the prodigy
Young god on my grizzi-now-i-gotta-g
A Canberra spitter never really been as hot as me
[Verse 2: Needleprick]
Uh
But I can't stop when im rolling trees
Your shitty bars I'm so over these
When Im on the mic your biggest enemies
I spit venom from my energy
My lips litted with some ecstasy
I should go and tell them to fetch the hearse
Y'all bitches flexing with your mummas purse
Fuck with me, I'll put you 6 foot under dirt
I get Grizzi on my busy shit

[Outro: Needleprick]
Whatever, Last bar, fuck this shout out Jack, shout out Achilleos, haha we here