Guwop! Wiz!
Taylor Gang, 1-0-1-7

Ridin' around blowin' so much dope
But I'm always handlin' business
Way too high don't pick up my phone
If I do, I'm like "Who is this? "
Ain't got time for a girlfriend
Telling that bitch I ain't got no feelings
Young nigga straight from the bottom
Now my car ain't got no ceiling
Young nigga stackin' up millions
Y'all niggas actin' like children
Ouu, nigga couldn't used to get in
Now I'm ownin' the building
Brought the bitch to my crib
Said she felt like she went on a field trip
Nigga like me gon' always stack
When I'm older I'm probably gon' still get

Baby, I'm a rich-ass nigga
Never said I was gon' be easy to deal with
But I be on some real shit
But I be on some real shit

Baby, I'm a rich-ass nigga
Never said I was gon' be easy to deal with
But I be on some real shit
But I be on some real shit

I'm a country-ass Beverly hill-billy
Eat it up bitch, I'ma meal ticket
Flush it down concert like fuck a ticket
Rich-ass, crazy-ass, super picky
Want a rich dick say I'm bucket listed
I don't fuck broke, I got a boujee dick
First round draft, I'm a lottery pick
Pepped up, East Atlanta vitamins shit
Solitaires glarin', big stone like Sharon
Superstar, Ed Sheeran, bitches love my earrings
Know she fucked wit him, I still fucked her
Fuck that nigga, he a real sucka
It's the Wiz and the Wizop
I baguetted my watch wit' real boogers

Baby, I'm a rich-ass nigga
Never said I was gon' be easy to deal with
But I be on some real shit
But I be on some real shit

Baby, I'm a rich-ass nigga
Never said I was gon' be easy to deal with
But I be on some real shit
But I be on some real shit