Ayeyo - Tax Season, Pt. 2

I had to kick my shit real quick, take these apart too, just talking my shit a little bit
You hear me
We love you
We love you

How you figure I ain't him
Top ranking, I'm a boy boy
Snatch a baby mama and a mama
I'm a boy toy

Nuts in her mouth
Add the cream, I'll enjoy joy
You know she told her friends so you know she bringing them along
I'm a boy boy

Snatch a baby mama and a mama
I'm a boy toy
Nuts in her mouth
Add the cream, I'll enjoy joy

You know she told her friends so you know she bringing them along
Who a slayer
Nah, I just live a wild life
Three in one day

An early morning, but a wild night
Now I gotta go
No return
Boy, you wild, try it

Bet your bitch still want me
BGF me in the jungle, right
Bodhi with a stick, an instrument
You hear that loud noise

That switch, get to clapping
Make your block hit the ground, boy
Everybody demons till they meet the grim reaper
Baby girl, I been a stepper

You hear them clapping from the bleachers
Fat nigga super swaggy, but on accident
That cake kick took the clip
Acrobatic shit

Everybody turn gangster till that Glock running down her shit
I'm a boy boy
While I magic trick
These hoes fake, they only want me for my looks

And they'll be mad on the low when I get the chips and she's in dip
Okie dokie, bitch, do the hokey pokey
Stay in love with the kid
Anything for AOS

It's whoop to the beehive, but don't forget it's treetop
I'm four finger banging, since the cub nigga knee high
His horse is in his scab
But your bitch ride the pony and his juices bust down

So you know I keep it low
I'm a boy boy
You hear that loud noise
That switch, get to clapping

Make your block hit the ground, boy
Everybody demons till they meet the grim reaper
Baby girl, I been a stepper
You hear them clapping from the bleachers

It's whoop to the beehive, but don't forget it's treetop
I'm four finger banging, since the cub nigga knee high
His horse is in his scab
But your bitch ride the pony and his juices bust down

So you know I keep it low
We was broke back then, now we're niggas stackin' Fritos
Young Carter, big homie like Nino
And I slide for my brother, stamp a nigga like bingo

And she led her way, I drift, she steady lickin' on my Cheeto
Ay nigga, wait, hold on, wait, wait, wait
What's up
You out here trippin', bro

Man, let me finish, bro
What you doin'
What you got goin' on
What you got goin' on

What you got goin' on
I don't know what you gotta do, but I'm tryna snap when you're trippin', yo
I'm snappin', bro
Nah, nah, nah

You tryna hear that
Nah, lemme snap, nigga, lemme snap
Ayo, ayo
The nigga's got the mirror

You better look before you cross me for you should be on the curb
I ain't the one to even try
Already know you niggas nerd
I bought my chimps, you bought a bitch, you pushing pee

That's just a word
Ayo, I'm not ready for you bruh
Ay, jakesey the Pardo
I'm snappin' on these niggas

I'm snappin' on these niggas
I'm snappin' on these niggas
That's what I'm snappin' on
That's all I'm snappin' on

That's not even the time
That's not even the time
Now I'm snappin' on them niggas

Written by:
roy raney

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