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taxi - stacks bw, ots floater, chrisbands & ethosuave lyrics

[intro: stacks bw]
(he’s on fire)
baow baow baow, n*gga

[chorus: stacks bw]
like, we in the 8 getting crafty
push up on us, tell bro to go clap heat (baow, baow)
this time, [?] wanna go see who really post up in that backseat
i throw an oop, etho go for the alley
we two deep with the ball, turn that sh*t into taxi
shot after shot on the backboard, throw 8 in the air, got me feeling like pappy
my shooter outside tryna hoop, if you loaf in that v, then we flipping that coupe
mali and dash, look what happened to you
b*tch, i don’t need a v, on my life, had to troop
n*gga, do you wanna go up with lu?
better go ask around, they can’t play with my crew
pu*push up on us, you get turned into loose
i had g in the 5, tryna catch me a few

[verse 1: ots floater]
baow, now it’s time to get paid
all*star player when it comes to these plays
if it’s not about the bread, get the f*ck out my face
got the drop where he at, i’ma slide where he lay
threw shots on the kreeps, we done parked up his may’
we talking about trips, we been spinning for days
vatos flight, fat*fatz got me tapping my chest, five makks just died, no way
like, i’ma slide for the gang, bro called me up, know i’m down for the stain
i’m with cb and stacks, we gon’ blitz both ways
they sliding with etho, ain’t playing no games
yb on hots tryna up it and flame, zay rilla don’t care, gon’ go for the game
we did bad, pop kreep still here alive and his brother is up in a strain
like baow

[verse 2: chrisbands]
like, tryna roll us an opp
we want rec so we go up the block
they wanna troll us, but for why, when we give the belt to they bros all the time
on bro, and them n*ggas don’t be outside on the front of they strip so we throw from the side
like, that’s why i don’t go to the line, n*gga, i got some hot sh*lls tucked for the 5
get to waving this stick like wii u
cut a hole in his back, sh*t see through
brookline dirty, n*gga p.u
jeff got tagged, i would hate to be you
like, then he got beat like [?]
top 1 in this sh*t, we ain’t d2
like, i could get crafty with g2, way too tall, i get low when i creep through

[verse 3: ethosuave]
like, can’t hang on these sides without bussing ya g
b*tch, i’m on they block with my gun on two feet
this g2 be banging, sounding like tnt
masked up in the back of the whip, they ain’t pree
still in the field, got my helmet and cleats
run into the opps every trip, we gon’ grease
n*gga, like got my lulu on, we tryna throw two or three corn on the gz
we running this sh*t like howie r
stay with my jim all the time, so be smart
my shotta on the way, he won’t be far
my ooter do not need no training like pr
like, got a bad lil b*tch, she from d.r
how every time that we spin we don’t see y’all
push up and get sent to the er, i’m missing my savages, they need to free y’all
[chorus: stacks bw]
n*gga, we in the 8 getting crafty
push up on us, tell bro to go clap heat (baow, baow)
this time, [?] wanna go see who really post up in that backseat
i throw an oop, etho go for the alley
we two deep with the ball, turn that sh*t into taxi
shot after shot on the backboard, throw 8 in the air, got me feeling like pappy
my shooter outside tryna hoop, if you loaf in that v, then we flipping that coupe
mali and dash, look what happened to you
b*tch, i don’t need a v, on my life, had to troop
n*gga, do you wanna go up with lu?
better go ask around, they can’t play with my crew
pu*push up on us, you get turned into loose
i had g in the 5, tryna catch me a few (baow)

- stacks bw ots floater chrisbands ethosuave lyrics

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