Lyrics: Taifunds
Music: Taifunds
I like my girls from up suh, they don’t know Tai
She love ****in’ with a rapper, said I’m pretty and fly
Got the Cali packs, we ain’t doin’ no Sprite
She ain’t ever seen the ends, so I brought her to the 5
I’m tryna know where your mind’s at, who’s on your roster
I wanna keep her like my name Ben Foster
I got jawns that I wanna pipe down
Yo, why these girls chatting burger and lobster?
Hella hotties in the party, my mind’s bamboozled
Gyally want a piece, I can see it in their pupils
I was pamming on a gyal and I heard she got a boyfriend
Hand print, nyash — that’s a stamp of approval
Blocks still brutal, I wanna cop a timepiece
Kettle on my wrist, but them boy there slimy
I get nightmares when I go sleep
If it ain’t ’bout death, then some niggas tryna line me
1 over 4, that’s the 25 crew
You heard ’bout my batch but we don’t know you
Casamigos in the dance, tell ’em bring the bottles through
Wanna match in our Cartis and CLA coupes
I put it in sport, the drive’s not short
My career’s at hand, so I ain’t ever goin’ court
I like girls that are lowkey and don’t do the talk
She gotta jump in her jeans, I can see it in her walk
30 degrees and I just see bum bum
My brownie a sort, come sweet like yum yum
She knows she’s her, bae rare like a drum gun
Got faith in my rap, now I know that she’s someone
I ain’t trippin’, I got one thing on my mind
I want euros, pounds and the dollar signs
You can bump me in winter or summer
I’m your girl’s favourite rapper and I truly apologise
She don’t like when I’m busy and I ghost for a week, so she’s sayin’ “Tai” (got me trippin’ again)
It don’t matter if you’re pretty, I got fishes in the sea, so she’s sayin’ “Tai” (got me trippin’ again)
I’m a rapper bae, you already know I can’t breed, so she’s sayin’ “Tai” (got me trippin’ again)
She don’t like when I’m puttin’ all these girls on my feed, so she’s sayin’ “Tai” (got me trippin’ again)
1 over 4, that’s the 25 crew
You heard ’bout my batch but we don’t know you
Casamigos in the dance, tell ’em bring the bottles through
Wanna match in our Cartis and CLA coupes
I put it in sport, the drive’s not short
My career’s at hand, so I ain’t ever goin’ court
I like girls that are lowkey and don’t do the talk
She gotta jump in her jeans, I can see it in her walk
1 over 4, that’s the 25 crew
You heard ’bout my batch but we don’t know you
Casamigos in the dance, tell ’em bring the bottles through
Wanna match in our Cartis and CLA coupes
I put it in sport, the drive’s not short
My career’s at hand, so I ain’t ever goin’ court
I like girls that are lowkey and don’t do the talk
She gotta jump in her jeans, I can see it in her walk