Taco lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh, sh*t, that's a Danny G beat)
Ayy, that b*tch hard
(b*tch, 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 n*gga 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 b*tch be goin' fast as hell
My lil' cousin twelve and smoke weed, that n*gga bad as hell
[?] why you don't listen to dog? That n*gga trash as hell
[?] put a blunt out in the ash tray, that n*gga grabbed the tail (Whore)
He tryna smoke on my leftovers
I was f*ckin' with Backpack Boyz, they the best growers (Fire)
They sh*t fire
I know this one n*gga that smoke weed and he sing in a choir
Like what the f*ck, n*gga? You goin' to church and sh*t smokin' weed?
I told my b*tch 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 b*tch, "Your pus*y trash, I barely want your mouth" (Barely)
I really don't even want nothin'
I just had to block a b*tch number 'cause she wasn't f*ckin'
Last n*gga 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