Like A Taylor - Fetty Wap ft. Wiz Khalifa

Hmm, hmm-oh
Oh, oh
Hmm, yeah
Hmm

Ate a whole eighth of shrooms, roll a big fat J, baby, I'm about to fade away, hmm
I don't care if you miss this plane, baby, I'm gettin' high today, hmm
Can't kush a nigga leaf or paper, baby, I enjoy the flavor, mm
Camo shorts and a pair of Chuck T's, baby, I'm feelin' like a Taylor, mm

Goin' up, goin' way, way up, baby, I ain't never comin' down, mm
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, uh
Still rollin' up, got my two fingers up, baby, I'm feelin' like a Taylor, hmm
In the hills, we just park here to chill, just to smoke and enjoy the view, hmm
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 a bandana tied, still burnin' like I'm Tommy Chong, mm, ayy
Smokin' on Gelato, cruisin' from [?][1:28], came through like a savior, mm
You know me, lemon cherry, [can of tea ?], baby, I enjoy the flavor, mm (Mm, yeah)
Paper plane, baby, after paper plane, baby, I don't see nothin' wrong (What?), hmm
If you smoke, put your plane up high and blaze up when you hear this song, uh

'Cause I ate a whole eighth of shrooms, roll a big fat J, baby, I'm about to fade away, hmm (What?)
I don't care if you miss this plane, baby, I'm gettin' high today, hmm
Can't kush a nigga 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?)

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, the 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 code, don't need a key to the door
A little piece ain't enough, I'ma need some more
Happy that I got my Taylors 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

'Cause I ate a whole eighth of shrooms, roll a big fat J, baby, I'm about to fade away, hmm
I don't care if you miss this plane, baby, I'm gettin' high today, hmm (Ooh, oh, oh)
Can't kush a nigga 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)