[Verse 1: Otac]
These b*tches prayed on my downfall like "oh what"
These b*tches tryna f*ck with us like "oh what"
But they cannot handle me with my big c*ck
But they cannot f*ck with me, I'm a big Glock
f*cking your b*tch, f*ck her too
When I pull up to the clique yea I f*ck you too
When I, f*ck you, f*ck him, f*ck you, f*ck all of your hoes you, f*ck you, ya
Pull up to the crib, pull up with my b*tch
Pull up with everybody, yea f*ck the b*tch
When I, sliding to the block, with my c*ck, ay
No Glock yah
[Chorus 1: Otac]
Taste, taste, she gon get a taste
Taste, taste, she gon get a taste
Taste, taste, she gon get a taste, ay, it's me and she gonna get a taste
Taste, taste, she gon get a taste
Taste, taste, she gon get a taste
Taste, taste, she gon get a taste, it's me and she gonna get a taste
[Verse 2: The Fatal Sling]
Yo, Tyga, ay
Travis just f*cked your b*tch again
Imma slit your throat and let you die my friend, ay
I'm coming on this track just to kill everybody in the motherf*cking game, yea f*ck the fame
I ain't bout the money, I'm about the game
Imma run up a check, sike that ain't bout, yuh
That ain't what I'm about
Imma come with the razor sharp flow, and Imma slit your throat, Imma f*ck you up, yea, ay
This whole room smells like a war, cause I got dead corpses rotting on the floor
Yuh, you can't f*ck with me
Yuh, I ain't a f*cking G
But I still snap on this f*cking beat, yea
Better than you did Tyga, come for me
[Chorus 2: The Fatal Sling]
Taste, taste, she gon get a taste
Taste, taste, she gon suck my di*k
Taste, taste, Imma f*ck your b*tch
Taste, taste, Imma leave your waste
Taste, taste, Imma f*ck you up
Taste, taste, you can't f*ck with me
Taste, taste, Imma slit your throat
Taste, taste, I just murder beats
[Verse 3: Otac]
Now listen to my sh*t, really flowing on this beat
f*ck you little b*tch, pull up to the clique
f*ck the whole gang, f*ck Russ, f*ck all y'all hoes
Rest in peace to X, he's the only real guy
Ooh, it's me, it's Otac
Snapping on this sh*t like I am, yah
f*ck you, f*ck him, f*ck all y'all hoes
You cannot f*ck with us, yah yah
[Chorus 3: Otac]
Taste, taste, she gon get a taste
Taste, taste, she gon get a taste
Taste, taste, she gon get a taste
Suck my f*cking di*k, suck my f*cking di*k yah
Taste, taste, she gon get a taste
Taste, taste, she gon get a taste
Taste, taste, she gon get a taste
Suck my f*cking di*k, and you gonna get a taste
[Verse 4: The Fatal Sling]
Yea, pull up in a new 'rari
I play the game like a f*cking Atari
She climb on top, and ride me like a Harley
I said "f*ck that sh*t", nah, thats hardly
Yo b*tch she be looking like a barbie
Yea yea, like a barbie
Thread a needle through the game, I said f*ck the fame
So I'm coming on this track just to go insane
Yea spitting fire, Dragonite, Pokemon, sh*t, yellow diamonds like f*cking Pikachu
With my crew, thats the clique, yea
And we fight with your b*tch, and I f*ck you up, you a snitch, yah
[Chorus 4: The Fatal Sling]
Taste, taste, she gon suck my di*k!
Taste, taste, Imma f*ck yo b*tch!
Taste, taste, Imma snap tonight!
Taste, taste, f*ck you with a-
Taste, taste, I'm like Dragonite
Taste, taste, I will go and fight
Taste, taste, Imma f*ck you up
Taste, taste, Imma go and nut