Taco

Lyrics
[Intro] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) Ayy, that bitch hard (Bitch, you thirsty, take a sip) [Verse] This beat sound like a bunch of Mexicans with tacos We roll whole zips and Backwoods, not frontos This nigga still wearin' Robin's jeans with rhinestones If you ain't got no money, it's best for you to get your grind on (For real) You gotta make somethin' happen I can show you a buck fifty 'cause I've been stackin' You can't show a Goddamn dollar 'cause you've been cappin' I'm in the SRT, I gotta turn off the traction That bitch be goin' fast as hell My lil' cousin twelve and smoke weed, that nigga bad as hell [?] why you don't listen to dog? That nigga trash as hell [?] put a blunt out in the ash tray, that nigga grabbed the tail (Whore) He tryna smoke on my leftovers I was fuckin' with Backpack Boyz, they the best growers (Fire) They shit fire I know this one nigga that smoke weed and he sing in a choir Like what the fuck, nigga? You goin' to church and shit smokin' weed? I told my bitch you ain't goin' nowhere, I grabbed her keys (Give me those) You gotta sit in the house If you pull up to the trap to buy some weed, you might see a mouse Your crib small as hell, I barely saw your house I told that bitch, "Your pussy trash, I barely want your mouth" (Barely) I really don't even want nothin' I just had to block a bitch number 'cause she wasn't fuckin' Last nigga tried to rob me got shot up in the stomach I already established my name, you tryna be up and comin' But don't nobody know you I was on [?] and ran into my own Goddamn social
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Credits
- Writers
- Kasher Quon