Taylor gang or bang bang

Taylor Gang Ent. It operates as an independent record label , music management, music production and film company based in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania founded by rapper Wiz Khalifa. The Taylor Gang was originally coined in to refer to "Taylor's" who are supporters of Wiz Khalifa. Chevy Woods , Berner, and Tuki Carter all signed to the record label in Donato signed to the label.

Verse] I left the crib with 10 grand, bought a hundred pair I'm the coach, I can show you how to be a player Five-eight's is the fitted, bitches love my hair Camo shorts go with anythin' I wanna wear They let me in the club, fuck a dress code Me and all my niggas rollin' up the best smoke OG Kush from the Westcoast Oh you down to fuck? Well shortie let's go Diamonds in my chain, niggas tryin' to steal my lane Chronic in my brain, bitch I'm reppin' Taylor gang Smoke till I'm insane, drinkin' 'til I'm throwin' up Only papers, if you Taylor'd, nigga throw it up High socks, low cuts Smell that good weed then you know it's us That yellow car pullin'up Them niggas ain't high so they ain't close to us Got 'em flyin' two fingers and hold 'em up [Chorus] [Wiz Khalifa 2. Verse] Bought a crib like Scareface's, this is my world All my niggas down to bang but we can try worse Smokin' ounces to the head, feel my mind twirls I'm the mayor and my bitch look like a fly girl Topic of discussion talk shit 'cause they bitches love us Plus them niggas suckas, I got that in livin' color All my cars are different colors, all my broads are different colors All I do is fuck 'em once and I don't call or give 'em numbers Rolex, more sex, good weed, no stress, Run my town, arms, chest, lift weights, Bowflex Throw your set up what you rep when you twistin' ya fingers Real recognize real and my nig you a stranger Gotta bank for a scrilla, a brain full of papers Got a phone full of hoes, and a gang full of Taylors [Chorus] [Chevy Woods] You see me out, I rep my gang, used serve that John McCain That John McCain, hold up, they don't know my name? Chevy who? Look at all that shit these dollars do Gettin' all this money wit you know who, it's Taylor gang over you We poppin' bottles gang signs, all my niggas gang signs Rollin' up gang signs, niggas trippin', bang time Hold up, what they say 'bout us?

Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang You know I'm reppin' Taylors On my way from Cali, so you know I'm smokin' flavors Ain't fuckin' with blunts, you know I'm only smokin' papers And I throw it up so that you know just what my gang is Muthafuck a hater Left the crib with 10 grand bought a hundred pair I'm the coach I can show you how to be a player 5 faces, the fitted bitches love my hair Camo shorts go with anything I wanna wear They let me in the club, fuck a dress code Me and all my niggas rollin' up the best smoke OG kush from the west coast Oh you down to fuck? Real recognize real and my nig you a stranger Got a bank full of scrilla, a brain full of papers Got a phone full of hoes, and a gang full of Taylors Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang You know I'm reppin' Taylors On my way from Cali, so you know I'm smokin' flavors Ain't fuckin' with blunts, you know we only smokin' papers And I throw it up so that you know just what my gang is Muthafuck a hater You see me out I rep my gang Used serve that John Mccain, that John Mccain Hold up they don't know my name? Chevy who? Look at all that shit them dollars do Gettin' all this money wit you know who It's Taylor gang over you We poppin' bottles gang signs All my 'niggas gang signs Rollin up gang signs Niggas trippin', bang time Hold up, what they say bout us?

Well shorty lets go Diamonds in my chain n-ggas tryna steal my lane Tryna get my brain bitch, I'm reppin' taylor gang Smoke till I'm insane, drinkin' til I'm throwin' up Only papers if you Taylor'd n-gga throw it up High socks, low cuts Smell that good weed than you know its us That yellow car pulling up, them n-ggas aint hot so they close to us Down to fly ya two fingers and hold em up. Real recognise real and my nig you a stranger Got a bank full of scrilla, a brain full of papers Got a phone full of hoes, and a gang full of Taylors. Chevy who? Look at all that shit them dollars do, Gettin' all this money wit you know who It's Taylor Gang over you We poppin bottles gang signs All my n-ggas gang signs Rollin up gang signs N-ggas trippin, bang time Hold up, what they say bout us? Same n-ggas gotta get the OK bout stuff They aint in the same league They don't play like us No stems, no seeds, keep that rolled up Bang on them hoes, we does that Socket work, I just had a plug for that Get your taylor on, Hold for whatever you rep, Throwin up the gang, still reppin a set Got these n-ggas trippin', and these bitches too They just haters though, no matter what we do What up cuh, on the left side Its Taylor gang, and thats or die, CHEVY!