Taxin
Thouxanbanfauni & UnoTheActivist Lyrics


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Staccs
Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom
Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom
Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom

Clairvoyance of the future and I can't have premonition
Niggas always talk down but niggas always bitchin'
Niggas say they real, nigga, but really act like women
30 round wit' extensions; hit it from the back, pull extensions
And I'm still in the desert 'cause a nigga been runnin' a mission
All of these niggas be bitchin', all of these niggas they really some bitches
Came wit' a lil drum, baby, that Nick Cannon, that extension
Say, why 34 taxin' and makin' these niggas pay pension?
Puttin' you on suspension, I want some ice and I want suspension
Niggas be talkin', be talkin' like bitches
Money be tough, and I'm talkin' 'bout Benjamin
You know I never have time for the dissin'
You was so pussy, I had a suspicion
Testin' these niggas like, "Where your tuition?"
Taxin' these niggas like, "Where your admission?"

Huh, huh, I got big money (Money)
I got big hunneds
I got thick bunnies
Hold on, think my bitch is coming (Mine)
Told her stop assuming (Stop)
You ain't gon' get shit from me (No)
Nothin' but bullshit to me (No)
Y'all niggas hate us, funny (Ha ha ha ha)
In the kitchen, whip the dope and you might hurt your stomach (Dope, ugh)
Whippin' the dope and it might make you vomit (Ugh)
I'm in the air like a mofuckin' comet
All of my dope is so white just like Comet (White)
Niggas they hatin', my peers they comin'
I'm trippin', hold on lil bro, wait up for my gunners
Hold on lil bro, waitin' for the chop hit a nigga like Norbit
Hold on lil bitch, hop up on the dick, I'ma hit it, is you done wit'?

Clairvoyance of the future and I can't have premonition
Niggas always talk down but niggas always bitchin'
Niggas say they real, nigga, but really act like women
30 round wit' extensions; hit it from the back, pull extensions
And I'm still in the desert 'cause a nigga been runnin' a mission
All of these niggas be bitchin', all of these niggas they really some bitches
Came wit' a lil drum, baby, that Nick Cannon, that extension
Say, why 34 taxin' and makin' these niggas pay pension?
Puttin' you on suspension, I want some ice and I want suspension
Niggas be talkin', be talkin' like bitches
Money be tough, and I'm talkin' 'bout Benjamin
You know I never have time for the dissin'
You was so pussy, I had a suspicion




Testin' these niggas like, "Where your tuition?"
Taxin' these niggas like, "Where your admission?"

Overall Meaning

The song "Taxin" by Thouxanbanfauni and UnoTheActivist showcases the rappers flexing about their wealth and success. The first verse establishes their sharp intuition, but also critiques those who talk down on them and act like women despite claiming to be real. They boast about their weapons, having a mission and the ability to pull extensions on their guns, emphasizing their power and fearlessness. The second verse continues with the theme of wealth and success, talking about big money, thick bunnies, and whipping dope in the kitchen. They mock those who hate on them, calling it funny and even warning that the dope might make you vomit. The chorus repeats the idea that they are clairvoyant and that they are "taxin" other rappers, making them pay for their admission.


Overall, the song is a display of the rapper's confidence and success in the industry, while also calling out those who try to bring them down. The use of slang and references to violence may be off-putting for some listeners, but it is common in the genre of trap rap.


Line by Line Meaning

Staccs
The sound of a car engine revving up


Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom
Repeated sounds of a car engine revving up


Clairvoyance of the future and I can't have premonition
I have knowledge of the future, but I cannot predict what will happen


Niggas always talk down but niggas always bitchin'
People always talk negatively but they complain a lot


Niggas say they real, nigga, but really act like women
People claim to be authentic but they act more like women, who are seen as weaker


30 round wit' extensions; hit it from the back, pull extensions
A gun with a 30 round magazine and extensions, hit it from the back and then pull on the extensions


And I'm still in the desert 'cause a nigga been runnin' a mission
I am still in a dangerous place because I am on a mission and cannot leave yet


All of these niggas be bitchin', all of these niggas they really some bitches
All these people are complaining a lot and they act like women


Came wit' a lil drum, baby, that Nick Cannon, that extension
I came with a small gun, resembling the drum on Nick Cannon's show, with an extension


Say, why 34 taxin' and makin' these niggas pay pension?
Why am I charging people (34 may refer to his gang affiliation) and making them pay like it's a retirement fund?


Puttin' you on suspension, I want some ice and I want suspension
I am putting your game on hold and I want jewelry and a car suspension


Niggas be talkin', be talkin' like bitches
People talk a lot and they sound like women


Money be tough, and I'm talkin' 'bout Benjamin
Money is difficult to come by, and I am referring to Benjamin Franklin, appearing on the $100 bill


You know I never have time for the dissin'
I don't have time for arguments and criticism


You was so pussy, I had a suspicion
I thought you were weak and scared


Testin' these niggas like, "Where your tuition?"
I am testing people's knowledge and asking where they paid for their education


Taxin' these niggas like, "Where your admission?"
I am charging people like it's admission to something, and asking where they belong


Huh, huh, I got big money (Money)
I have a lot of money


I got big hunneds
I have a lot of one hundred dollar bills


I got thick bunnies
I have attractive women with curvy bodies


Hold on, think my bitch is coming (Mine)
Hold on, I think my girlfriend is coming


Told her stop assuming (Stop)
I told her to stop making assumptions


You ain't gon' get shit from me (No)
You're not going to receive anything from me


Nothin' but bullshit to me (No)
All you're giving me is lies


Y'all niggas hate us, funny (Ha ha ha ha)
I find it funny that people hate us


In the kitchen, whip the dope and you might hurt your stomach (Dope, ugh)
I am cooking and mixing drugs in the kitchen, and it might cause you to feel ill


Whippin' the dope and it might make you vomit (Ugh)
Mixing the drugs can make you sick and throw up


I'm in the air like a mofuckin' comet
I am soaring high like a comet


All of my dope is so white just like Comet (White)
All of my drugs are white, like the cleaning product Comet


Niggas they hatin', my peers they comin'
People are hating on me, but my friends are coming through to support me


I'm trippin', hold on lil bro, wait up for my gunners
I'm getting high and my friends with guns are following me, wait for them


Hold on lil bro, waitin' for the chop hit a nigga like Norbit
Hold on little brother, wait for the sound of the gun, it's like hitting someone hard (like a scene in the movie Norbit)


Hold on lil bitch, hop up on the dick, I'ma hit it, is you done wit'?
Hold on woman, get on the penis, I'm going to have sex with you, are you finished yet?




Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Troy Lane

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