Texty: Wiz Khalifa. Cabin Fever. Cabin Fever.

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
You niggas know it's the Gang or kill yourself right?
Yeah
Yup

[Verse 1]
Red hat, black Chucks, black 501's on
That's your baby momma but her number's in my iPhone
Yeah, I got a girl but I swear I need a newer bitch
Let her out the house and I'll be leaving here with your bitch
I'm flying in a different city every night
Got everything I ever wanted so this can't be life
Breaking down the weed about to make a plane
A hundred niggas with me, all repping Taylor Gang

Yeah bitch
Okay
Yeah
Yup

[Verse 2]
Lot of niggas fake, but me I give these hoes faith
Feed her alcohol and leave that bitch with no taste
Out of this world, need my own space
Back seat and I'ma ride until the chrome break
Big heat'll turn your body to a cold case
She don't even make it rain she just throw me face

Got some niggas quick to bang like they Major Pain
Told their mom I rep the Gang, she just say the same

Yeah
Bitch

[Chorus]
If you see them point them out
If you see them point them out
There's a bad bitch in here
And you see her point her out
There's a bad bitch in here
And you see her point her out

Yeah
Yup

[Verse 3]
You show up to concerts looking like a fan
I pull up in car service looking like the man
Hella reefer smoke, a lot of pictures being taken
My bitch from Atlanta, my weed is Jamaican
I don't talk much, too many niggas hating
About a booty, that's my type of conversation
I dropped a little change on these hater frames
Took her car keys, and let her played Dwayne