taxi ft. yaya Lyrics

Yeah, huh, yeah

They talkin' to me I can't listen to that

Bad little bitty, I run it right back

Yeah, you talkin' that shit, and it's soundin' like cap

I'm in a new state, wit' only ten max

I cannot relate, my bitch she got cake

Get hit with a tac, get hit it the face

I feel like I'm Tay-K, how I do the race

We run through his crib, and we don't leave a trace

She wanna pull up, there's a time and a place

I'm tryna go crazy, I ain't off a Xanny

I talk wit' a slur, and they can't understand me

Just give me a year, Imma cop me a Grammy

I get to the money, they callin' me fancy

Yeah, I got her in the backseat

We gon' pull up in a taxi

You know me, how I'm stayin' so classy

And my eyes, yeah they red, like Itachi

They gon' copy the flow, get original

She want me, but I'm doin' the minimal

She ran off wit' my heart like a criminal

Yeah, I got shit that I'm doin' that's critical

Ok, huh, woah woah, huh

Yeah, got the check, this ain't no Nike

Bad lil' bitch, she tryna wife me

Off the grid, you cannot find me

Pop my shit, this ain't the twin

Really reppin', ain't no hype beast

Oh no no, ain't no hype beast

Like hard to believe, I got Hi-C

Said he want me to fall off, it's unlikely

She act like a bitch, she say she a Pisces

So she blame everything that she do on that

Everything that I do, unmatched

Yeah, he sent me his song, it's wack

I'm runnin' the town like I'm runnin' in track

I get me a pack

I hop in the coupe, the interior black

I been runnin' it up, no I never subtract

I cop the G-Fazo, I still got the tag

Yeah, can't trust no one, don't need new friends

Like, I need medicine

She say my music heaven sent

My money, it never end

Yeah, and my money don't end

Pull up and shit, wit' like two of my fans

Stack it up, yeah, I got crazy lil' bands

Me and my bitty, we go to the plan

Me and my gang, yeah we up in this shit

We in a demon, we pull up with sticks

Yeah, I got like five ways that I'm hittin' this shit

Me and my bitty, we gettin' real lit

Huh, how I talk

How I pull up, how I walk

This the same lil' shit, like Curtis

You know me, I up my stock (I up my stock)

Yeah, huh, yeah

They talkin' to me I can't listen to that

Bad little bitty, I run it right back

Yeah, you talkin' that shit, and it's soundin' like cap

I'm in a new state, wit' only ten max

I cannot relate, my bitch she got cake

Get hit with a tac, get hit it the face

I feel like I'm Tay-K, how I do the race

We run through his crib, and we don't leave a trace

She wanna pull up, there's a time and a place

I'm tryna go crazy, I ain't off a Xanny

I talk wit' a slur, and they can't understand me

Just give me a year, Imma cop me a Grammy

I get to the money, they callin' me fancy

Yeah, I got her in the backseat

We gon' pull up in a taxi

You know me, how I'm stayin' so classy

And my eyes, yeah they red, like Itachi