Tax The Church

[Chorus]
Hop up and make it look easy boy
Jump out and hop on a sleazy thot
Hard, for all these racks, I worked
IRS, come take it in blood
Neck, wrist got sent to flood
Bitch ass nigga, go tax the church
Fasting, benji's in these lil' jeans
[?] with the wealthy, we gon' eat
Yeah, yeah, we gon' feast
Put milk in her face and it turned to cheese
Pound the cheeks, ciabatta and brie
Stuffing my face, bitch, I can't even breathe
I'm rolling her [geeks?] while I lick on her feet
She wanna see how I handle them Ps
She want her body adorned in VV's
Fuck her and put her to sleep, Z-Z

[Verse]
I get high for real, unfortunately
I might die for real, unfortunately
She want me to come to Brazil, speak Portuguese
Dreamt 'bout times like this, eating pork and beans
Whole lotta hoes in here, get a hunnid mo'
I be beneath a bitch level, undersco'
I like a lot of bitches, the smoke is blown
I like a lot of drink, finna pour some more
I'm finna rob the bank, get a dub stack
Walk in your state like, "Mate, where your mum's at?"
All my niggas gon' ball, where your chums at?
Pants in the fold of the wall like a thumbtack
Niggas getting got, where the fuck your gun at?
Ran away, boy, I'm leaving here with some [dat?]
'Bout to pull up with Scum and Lil Dumbass
Take a nigga money, run and thumb through it

[Chorus]
Hop up and make it look easy boy
Jump out and hop on a sleazy thot
Hard, for all these racks, I worked
IRS, come take it in blood
Neck, wrist got sent to flood
Bitch ass nigga, go tax the church
Fasting, benji's in these lil' jeans
[?] with the wealthy, we gon' eat
Yeah, yeah, we gon' feast
Put milk in her face and it turned to cheese
Pound the cheeks, ciabatta and brie
Stuffing my face, bitch, I can't even breathe
I'm rolling her [geeks?] while I lick on her feet
She wanna see how I handle them Ps
She want her body adorned in VV's
Fuck her and put her to sleep, Z-Z