air force 1's - yung tax collector lyrics
[intro]
y’all ready?
okay
ahem
yeah, yeah
[chorus]
i might pull up in a all*white just like air force 1’s
father said sumn like, “i want the rights to see your son”
some dudes chasin’ bread and other dudes be chasin’ buns
i got one chick, if you ask her, she’ll say, “oh, of course, hun”
[verse]
y’all be actin’ foul, call flag on the plate, boy
i ain’t undercover, dumpin’ mags like a playboy
hit you with this beam, i ain’t talkin’ bout lil drake’s boy
i might need to crucify them threads and throw the drape, boy
i don’t rap, i just speak my mind
i won’t cap, i’m just here to have a time
on the map, ytc is what you’ll find
i might go buck wild if you touch me or my guys
all that paper ain’t gon’ help me, but i still chase the cheque
i be steady drippin’, a tsunami type of drip
i just pray to god, i wish my opps nun’ but the best
same men, they gon’ l*st and all the girls say they respect
whether you agree or not, buddy, that’s backwards
brand new fit, check, get it custom like a bad word
i just hit the beat so hard, i think the snares fractured
how much swag i got, you’ll never guess just like my password
knock the beat out, yikes
i used to reap doubt in christ
i had to sic’ ’em out like twice
hear me on the song, got your homies like, “nice!”
say that i’m corny, brother, you’re the whole cob
instead of talkin’ on the net, go get you a job
instead of textin’ girls steady askin’ them for top
maybe you should seek the one who made you and your dad and mom
[chorus]
i might pull up in a all*white just like air force 1’s
father said sumn like, “i want the rights to see your son”
some dudes chasin’ bread and other dudes be chasin’ buns
i got one chick, if you ask her, she’ll say, “oh, of course, hun”
[outro]
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