[Verse 1]:
Creepin' through the fog, wit a joint lit
Can't wait for you, I run my own shit
Careful with the game how you approach it
Make a n***a sick with every dosage
Get them out they office
Dead n***as jumpin' out they coffins
Do it naturally, don't have to force it
My ride clean, my bitch gorgeous
Got some good n***as in my corner
They wonder how I turned pothead, to great performer
I wonder if she got good head, I run up on her
My old school got gold rims, I'm bendin' corners
My bitch got thick ass legs, like she do porno
You n***as got weak ass flows, shouldn't record those
I break n***as out they comfort zone
Break bitches off they n***as
Break ounces up and smoke em till they gone
Just got a whip and that bitch cold
You fake n***as got me in my mode
Try to bite the style but they ain't comin' close

[Hook x2]:
Everyone wanna be a taylor gangster
Everyone wanna be a taylor gang gangster
Everyone wanna be a taylor gangster
Everyone wanna be a taylor gang gangster
[Verse 2]:
My mind stuck on gettin' them bucks up
They put they hands up, cuz they know they can't fuck wit us
Show up to the spot, and they think that we troublesome
Chronic and lowriders, we be liftin' a couple up
N***as who talk shit, TG we knuckle up
N***as be sayin' they wanna ride wit us, then buckle up
Smoke trees, you know the situation we comin' from
If the punk police ever come we runnin' from em
We don't fuck with fake n***as, we numb to em
If the party's filled up with bad bitches we come to em
And run game, drink McQueen and Belaire Champagne
Let them hoes go crazy, we don't save em
Can never tame em
The realest n***as of our generation
We the gang, a lot of imitations
We don't know limitations
If you want some gaaaang shit, I'll give you a demonstration

[Hook x2]:
Everyone wanna be a taylor gangster
Everyone wanna be a taylor gang gangster
Everyone wanna be a taylor gangster
Everyone wanna be a taylor gang gangster