Taylor G - Fingers of Shaq (Prod. By Shadoo One) Lyrics

Yeah
Slim and G Tunes bang, go
Shorty said she need a bag, so I threw her a rack
Everywhere we go we high, always got the pacc
Big joints full of diesel, look like fingers of Shaq
Call me Lil' Saran in this game, cuz it's a wrap (Bitch)

I'm in the Den
It's me and Mack
Good vibes and money magnet
It's all I attract (Uh)
I'll kill a track
No lie, it's fact
Joint been lit for a minute
Think we smokin' a bat, this thing fat
Never f*cked with a rat nor a lame, nah (Bitch)
Could never do that (Bitch)
Become the best, then switch the game
I'm always in the clouds
I be layin' on planes
Only thing guaranteed is change
Stay stagnant, then stay stuck with yo' pain
Uh, can you stand the rain
Take a look at the rap game, we a brand new edition
Stay patient like I'm fishin'
Once I make it I'll have all these folk wishin', yeah
That they was rockin' with the kid
Get poppin' with The Internet; Matt, Steve and Syd (And Pat and Chris)

I'll take care of you girl don't throw no fits
Speaking of fits, my shits is priceless
Yeah, my fits is priceless
Proud to be black, that's what my type is, uh

Shorty said she need a bag, so I threw her a rack (Always)
Everywhere we go we high, always got the pacc (Always)
Big joints full of diesel, look like fingers of Shaq (Always)
Call me Lil' Saran in this game, cuz it's a wrap (Always)

Bitch, watch how you talk to me
Homies stay strapped loaded, and they'll let it sing (Always)
120 on the highway, so stay in your lane
If you hit my joint that shit'll leave you wit' a haze
Taylor G still makin' plays, yuh
My girl got ass for days, yuh
A body that I have to praise, yuh
Mean attitude, but I'm not afraid
She be stuntin'
Face did, hair laid, yuh
But I think she only like me 'cuz I'm paid ('Cuz I'm paid)
Beach wit' JT, rep Miami like I'm Wade (M.I.A. like I'm Wade)
Got locs but I used to rock the fade (Way back in the day)
Know I got some haters, and that's okay (And that's okay)
'Cuz a brotha always down for the work
Tity 2 Chainz hit 'em with the fork
Big engine, goin fast, tires slippin, car got crazy torque
Crazy
I'm not dealin' with no beef and I don't f*ck with pork
Your girl said you a bore
She showin' up at my door (Always)
F*ck with me and Mack
We'll leave you layin' on the floor
Slim and G Tunes bang
I know you want more

Shorty said she need a bag, so I threw her a rack (Always)
Everywhere we go we high, always got the pacc (Always)
Big joints full of diesel, look like fingers of Shaq (Always)
Call me Lil' Saran in this game, cuz it's a wrap (Always)

Yup
It's always (yup)
It's always
Something with lil' mama
It's always something with my lil mama (It's always)
Yeah
My baby love the drama
Don't know why (Always, why)
All I do is bring in the commas
Give her anything she wanna' (Anything she wanna')
Young
But I'm no thug and I don't got a Gunna (I don't gota a Gunna)
Not a stunna'
But I'll walk in and stun her (I'll stun her)
I'm off the reefer
No sedan, I f*ck with two-seaters (Two -seaters)
Make bets I'm sure I'll win
Like I know the dealer (Like I know the dealer)
Keep doin my thing (My thing)
Feel like Kawhi finna' win my ring (Another ring)
Maybe a crown, 'cuz I'm a king (I'm a king)
Not a rapper, I just might sing (I just might sing)
From the 2000s where they rocked bling (They rocked bling)
Or more recent with this Hotline thing (Hotline bling)
Time past faster than you think don't blink
Joints rolled up I'm bad motha' f*cka' like pink (Bad mutha shut yo mouth)

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Always got the pacc (Always)
Big joints full of diesel, look like fingers of Shaq
Call me Lil' Saran in this game, cuz it's a wrap (Ooh)