TASTE IT lyrics

[Intro]
(You won't leave him a clue? Please, for my man Taz)

[Chorus]
Ayy, that money comin', I can taste it, n*gga (Ayy)
Them young n*ggas havin' motion, you gotta face it, n*gga (You gotta face it)
I'm rockin' Balencis, I remember wearin' ASICS, n*gga (On gang)
I'm outchea still trappin', b*tch, I need my bracelet bigger (Hoo)
I heard he still rappin', brodie go and face the n*gga (Glaow, glaow, glaow)

[Verse 1]
He gon' stop dissin'
Red beam on the ARP, I am not missin'
He want smoke, pull up to his street, I am not dissin'
High as f*ck, I be on codeine, I can't stop p*ssin'
I'm a yes-man, I can't say no to the drugs
I love to get that sh*t off, I can't say no to the plug
Glock out while I'm performing, how he get that in thе club? (How the f*ck?)
These days, you еither scammin', slangin' dope, or pushin' bud
Ayy, my name ain't even Jrue, I ain't get sh*t a lot of holidays
My mama know I'm trappin', n*gga, f*ck a couple dollar raise
Sometimes, I feel like f*ck rap, I'm goin' back to my robbin' ways
I can get a n*gga whacked, couple racks is all it take
Bro 'nem outchea shootin' sh*t, got the block hot today
In person, these n*ggas pus*y, on the 'net, they got a lot to say
Know these n*ggas police, that's why I be stayin' out the way
These ain't headphones, chopper make a beat like Dr. Dre
[Chorus]
That money comin', I can taste it, n*gga (Glaow, baow)
Them young n*ggas havin' motion, you gotta face it, n*gga (On God)
I'm rockin' Balencis, I remember wearin' ASICS, n*gga (Ayy)
I'm outchea still trappin', b*tch, I need my bracelet bigger (On gang)
I heard he still rappin', brodie go and face the n*gga (Glaow)

[Verse 2]
These n*ggas 12, Aaron Rodgers (What?)
How the f*ck I keep dodgin' bullets, I ain't in no Charger? (How the f*ck?)
These n*ggas fake, they imposters (On gang)
T2T the biggest, real street n*ggas on my roster (Ayy)
I was searchin' for love and then I found a Glock (Then I found a Glock)
I was lookin' for drank, ran into some Wock' (Ayy)
They think I'm with the Migos, got the streets on lock (Got the streets on f*ckin' lock)
You need that shh, you know I got it, eighty-five a pop, ayy (On gang)
I ain't never been no rat, don't condone me in that sh*t
Free my n*ggas in that cell, know it get lonely in that b*tch
Got a n*gga b*tch drippin', put her on me and that's it
Ask the city 'bout lil' Jimm, boy, I was known to take that risk
Take a n*gga b*tch and sl*t her out, I won't never love a thot
Shawty call me disrespectful every time I cuss her out
Let a n*gga run up wrong, show you what this cutter 'bout
12 pulled up to the trap, I'm way at the other spot

[Chorus]
That money comin', I can taste it, n*gga (On gang)
Them young n*ggas havin' motion, you gotta face it, n*gga (Gotta face it)
I'm rockin' Balencis, I remember wearin' ASICS, n*gga (On gang)
I'm outchea still trappin', b*tch, I need my bracelet bigger (Hoo)
I heard he still rappin', brodie go and face the n*gga (Glaow)