Tax Season Rucci & 1TakeJay (Ft. AzChike)

[Intro: AzChike]
Ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ayy

[Verse 1: AzChike]
It's the middle of the year but I'm ballin' like it's tax season
Ayy, holes in his chest got his back breathin'
Winter cold but I'm shoppin' like it's Sak season
Trap nigga, every gram, every pack needed
Wait a minute, She pay to pimp it, I'm like Slickback
And you know how I get, I need my get back
Chain snatchin', your big homie can't get shit back
Gold PC yellow, try to take it, I go pitch-black
Stick smokin', tip toein', this a house lick
Ayy, put him in the cloud, he want that clout, bitch
I'm 'bout, bitch, anything that you 'bout, bitch
I'm with the Norf, wrong move, it go south, bitch

[Verse 2: 1Take Jay]
Wait, hol' up, it's money on your head, bitch, it's tax season
Ayy, she ain't on the rag, bitch, this MAC bleedin'
Stall him out the wrong move and we back beefin'
She all grown but this dick got her back teethin' (Bop)
What? You want this dick, you gotta pay for it
This dick good, I got you stayin' up late for it
Balls deep, goin' nuts like an acorn (What he say?)
Bitch, I'm Jake, makin' calls out of State Farm
Icy but I stay warm, with London but she ain't Lauren
Mercedes but she ain't foreign, Rap bitch stay goin'
Ballin' but you can't show it, I'm jackin' but it ain't stolen
Cash like the bank broken, no bus, but I take tokens