OPV Velli - TAX

Blast off I'm 'bout to go out of space
Cool quarter mil I put that in the safe
This ain't Nintendo you know I don't play
We pick up the addy and slide to your place
It's up like a plane I'm up and away
I drive to Chicago then fly to LA
Hell no this ain't tricking this ain't David Blaine
I swerve in the cat better stay in your lane
Niggas be mad and they know where at
Smoking my opps if they thinking they strapped
I get the pack and I make it do back flips
Somebody stand at the door with the mag
Shout out Serena I keep me some racks
I climb to the top from the back of the back
I'm sending it up got my wraith on the jack
Put me on ya track and you know I'm gone tax
Put me on ya track and you know I'm gone spaz
Spinning ya block like I'm looney no taz
This gas got me lagging but I'm living fast
Put 5 on your head now it's 5 on your ass
On I-85 I put two on the dash
Just to see me Imma need me some cash
I don't do no checks I need that in my hand
Me and Kei got the drums like we leading a band
Blast off I'm 'bout to go out of space
Cool quarter mil I put that in the safe
This ain't Nintendo you know I don't play
We pick up the addy and slide to your place
It's up like a plane I'm up and away
I drive to Chicago then fly to LA
Hell no this ain't tricking this ain't David Blaine
I swerve in the cat better stay in your lane
Niggas be mad and they know where at
Smoking my opps if they thinking they strapped
I get the pack and I make it do back flips
Somebody stand at the door with the mag
Shout out Serena I keep me some racks
I climb to the top from the back of the back
I'm sending it up got my wraith on the jack
Put me on ya track and you know I'm gone tax

Written by:
Walter Thomas

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