Like A Taylor

Like A Taylor [Intro: Fetty Wap] Hm, hm-yeah Oh, oh Oh, hm, yeah, hm [Chorus: Fetty Wap] Ate a whole eighth of shrooms, roll a big fat J, baby, I'm about to fade away I don't care if you miss this plane, baby, I'm gettin' high today Can't kush a ni*** leaf or paper, baby, I enjoy the flavor Camo shorts and a pair of Chuck T's, baby, I'm feelin' like a Taylor [Verse 1: Fetty Wap & Wiz Khalifa] Goin' up, goin' way, way up, baby, I ain't never comin' down Everything's better when you're high, man, this weed's so loud, I enjoy the sound And the cut got a paper plane stuffed, baby, come enjoy the flavor Still rollin' up, got my two fingers up, baby, I'm feelin' like a Taylor, hm In the hills, we just park here to chill, just to smoke and enjoy the view, hm In LA, gotta blaze every day, baby, I'm feelin' like I'm Snoop, oh, mm Paper plane, baby, after paper plane, baby, I don't see nothin' wrong, mm Hair down with her bandana tied, still burnin' like I'm Johnny Jones, mm, ayy Smokin' on gelato, cruisin' from [?], came through like a savior (Hahahaha) You know me, lemon cherry, [can of tea][?], baby, I ain't got a flavor, mm (Hm, yeah) Paper plane, baby, after paper plane, baby, I don't see nothin' wrong (What?), hm If you smoke, put your plane up high and blaze up when you hear this, yo [Chorus: Fetty Wap & Wiz Khalifa] Ate a whole eighth of shrooms, roll a big fat J, baby, I'm about to fade away (What?) I don't care if you miss this plane, baby, I'm gettin' high today (Hahahaha) Can't kush a ni*** leaf or paper, baby, I enjoy the flavor (Yeah, uh) Camo shorts and a pair of Chuck T's, baby, I'm feelin' like a Taylor (Hitmaka, what?) [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] So many cars that the garage can't fit 'em all I'm goin' hard, been here, still gon' be here tomorrow Can't piss 'em off, this shit I'm on is way too strong I got it right here in the cut if you need the bomb Two baddies with me rollin' up, one cleanin' bongs All you can see is fog, I'm probably chiefin' Cleanin' up, findin' weed to cross Said she wanna see the boss (Ooh, oh, oh) From flat screens, now I'm the one that they seated for Puttin' in the cold, don't need a key to the door A little piece ain't enough, I'ma need some more Happy that I got my Taylor's to tell my story Ferrari had a Porsche A lot of back and forth, but now I'm back and movin' forward Cameras on, that's what we actin' for Taylor Gang or die, that's for sure [Chorus: Fetty Wap & Wiz Khalifa] Ate a whole eighth of shrooms, roll a big fat J, baby, I'm about to fade away (Hahahaha) I don't care if you miss this plane, baby, I'm gettin' high today (Ooh, oh, oh) Can't kush a ni*** leaf or paper, baby, I enjoy the flavor Camo shorts and a pair of Chuck T's, baby, I'm feelin' like a Taylor (Ooh, oh, oh)