Taco Salad

I got the sporty whip, you cannot afford that shit
On the dash, they keep playing Rick and Morty clip
Before I beat that pussy up, I oughta warn a bitch
She gonna think of that like it was on a porn set
Yeah she more than wet, hit it then I’m over it
Cold forty fizzin', now I’m more than lit
Coke and sniff sniff and I gotta drip
Propane, click click, and I got to dip, yeah
I’mma blow the whole place up
Prance around the party 'til I’ve stabbed a whole eight-ball
Yeah, I could never get a day job
I don’t want to slam, but I got next payoff
Yeah, I’m a bad mothafucka
Cash in the bag, rubber band mothafucka, yeah yeah
Pay your tab mothafucka, if you can’t then
I’m break his hand mothafucka, yeah yeah
Purple package on a backwoods
Purple in the blunt, purple syrup in a glass cup
Yeah, stupid bitch don’t you act up
Ask if you want a lil drink, get your ass up
Yeah, tell her «dance,» tell her «dance,» oh
Yeah, tell her «dance,» tell her «dance»
Yeah, tell her «dance,» tell her «dance,» oh
Dance like you got the killer ants in your pants oh
Oh, oh my god it been a long day, hit the dog race, got paid, bought the
Latte, travel mom with the bombe, got baked in her lil pussy like an entree
Yeah, and I call it taco salad
Drop a half of Oxy, I go shopping for a palace
Yeah, I’m a problem when I panic
Bump a lil' pocket an' I go baka on that campus
Yeah, AKA and they not nice, yeah, AK47 with a long knife
Yeah, killing pussy people when I’m on site
Yeah, cook it like a pizza, burn it all night
These days that you’re pillow talking money
Rest up in my pockets so I walk a lil funny, yeah
Yeah, yeah I got it if you want it
I know all the plugs, I guess a got a little lucky
Yeah, all my clout, call me bluffin', cards slippin' and my gun jam,
now my balls back
Woman on my nut sack, get the cum rag
And she want a fuck status, that’s a fun fact