Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tax Free , by - Big K.R.I.T.. Release date: 12.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tax Free |
| Feel like I should’ve put a gorilla in for this one, God damn |
| That invisible set again the way the cadence though, God damn |
| Uh |
| They holler, «Krizzle, where you been?"I've been out here on it |
| Studio going |
| Kicking and flowing |
| Three in the morning |
| Tryna make something worth it 'cause most this rap shit ain’t working |
| I’m fully focused on climbing, these clowns, they clown for the circus, uh |
| I’m just tryna ride a city I ain’t never been |
| And get that club appearance money that’s too much to spend |
| And buy another old-school and sit it on some rims |
| And hit the nearest KOD and throw it in the wind |
| Hell, it was tax free |
| I’ll blow all that shit before they tax me |
| The ticket for today, that other ticket last week |
| We talking prices, you don’t like it, then don’t ask me |
| 'Cause every time I kick a verse, the price go higher and higher |
| I make a beat and rapped on it, that’s like fire to fire |
| When most these lames was in they feelings, I was rotating tires |
| Selling country shit when the label said that they wouldn’t buy it |
| Like, why would you deny it? |
| Them niggas get live-est |
| When I get on my live shit, I might start a riot |
| Despite my empire, you act like I’m lying |
| Now I’m on the top five, bitch, and wasn’t even trying, uh |
| They drop the ball all they want and I’ma pick it up |
| Windmill three-sixty behind the back, but it just ain’t enough |
| I’m left to shoot the shot, one on the clock, I’m living for the clutch |
| A nigga that don’t understand the game someone that I can’t trust |
| A ho that’s down to fuck for fame’s a ho that I can’t fuck |
| When you King Midas with the flow, some shit you just can’t touch |
| Gold twinkies, I’m out here swinging on these hoes |
| Multi be the gang, I’m out here banging on these hoes |
| No half-stepping, Big Daddy Kane on these hoes |
| More money, more money, I’m Damon Wayans on these hoes |
| From the 2000s |
| I’ma buy what I want while you browsing |
| We set the standard higher than a giant standing on two mountains |
| I built my ship to ride the wave, I’m like, «Who drowning?» |
| Nowadays, the bag a hot potato, my nigga like, «You count it» |
| Too much, wrist hurting |
| How much? |
| Ain’t certain |
| Gotta break it down, use the money counter, and watch out for these niggas |
| lurking |
| Yeah, it’s crazy how I spit and now it’s in the game, I got these bitches |
| twerking |
| Multi 'til the sun die (Yee), twelve for twelve with these verses |
| Krizzle (Yee) |
| Krizzle |
| Let’s go |