Fake Taxi lyrics

Got that b*tch in the taxi
She tryna slurp it she tryna get freaky
Got clips in my Glock I'm holding up many

That boy on my di*k that boy talkin' smack
No homo but my Glock hit em from the back
Im poppin' a perc I'm poppin' a molly
Feeling like dying yet I'm so alive
Feeling like crying yet I'm so happy
Popped 4 percs but I'm poppin' up five
That b*tch dancin' on my lap no Ankha
She acting crazy, she lookin' like a baka
That b*tch on cam no Mia Khalifa
She make it twerk she make it work
I'm pullin out dont want Da Baby no Kirk
She spread it out no pb and j
I'm f*cking her up in my f*ckin' pjs

Got a Glock on my hip
b*tch I'm getting a grip
Put my di*k in her mouth
She gon' swallow my kid
You wanna talk sh*t
What's that about
You know I'm a king
You know I can spit
Got yo b*tch in the back
Man I'm getting these racks
Man I'm getting that paper
That b*tch is obsessed
I can't even escape her
Im tryna make music
Im trying my best
I can't even get rest
Man I can't even stop