Guacamole

Ohhhhh god it's so good Mmmhmmmm so good Mmmmmm good n tasty Mmmmmmmmmm mmm Yeaaa ohhhh Pull up in coupes I'm doing the dash Rob me a nigga don't need me no mask Keith Sweatin the cash I'm making it last I'm beatin the fork right and Pyrexing glass Chirps in my phone got me raising my stock Double my profit when i serve the drop Call me Miyagi when I hit the chop Push of a Button I'm missing my top I feel like Andretti inside of this vette Poppin that pussy like tape on cassettes Smashing like hulk whenever I flex Give me the neck I don't want no sex Swerving in lanes like I'm drinking too much Bitch keep on talking she thinking too much Niggas stay talking they thinking they tough Pulling right up puttin one in his gut Shrimp wit my grits bitch you know that I'm geechie Rubbin on me like she need her a genie Don't grant no wishes you know that I'm greedy Cheat on yo man bitch you know that you sleezy Need me the benjis like I was blue face Cup full of oil it come from Kuwait She in my hands like All State Running up the racks nigga all day Shop wittah nigga pack just land I hit a score drugs and the bands All on the floor hit my lil dance I'm on the stove Beep Money machine watch me to go run it up Hit me a lick then I go double up Know we the shit they wanna fuck wit us Gun on my hip Shop wittah nigga pack just land I hit a score drugs and the bands All on the floor hit my lil dance I'm on the stove Beep Money machine watch me to go run it up Hit me a lick then I go double up Know we the shit they wanna fuck wit us Gun on my hip Know I'm the shit feel like I'm Rick I got the Flair Flick like a Bic running for mayor Suck like a tick she know I'm a player Catching these serves don't you call on my phone 12 hit the lights and I threw out the zone High speed them niggas until I get home Searching for evidence all of its gone Feeling like Jet Li I might be the one Got me a AR Big titties for drums Get me some wings right from Tip of the Tongue Sellin that thrax but won't go in my lungs She wanna come but not spending the night Catch you a Uber right after this Pipe Back to the money I'm up for the flight Beam in the whip like a satellite Pull out the strap and I strike like lightning Call my shit Thor it hit like a Viking I can smell fear you niggas is freighted Shark in the water the blood is exciting Hit on the beat like Mike Tyson on Mac Think it's a game till yo head in yo lap He owe me money I get it like drac Put it on flash and took me a snap Shop wittah nigga pack just land I hit a score drugs and the bands All on the floor hit my lil dance I'm on the stove Beep Money machine watch me to go run it up Hit me a lick then I go double up Know we the shit they wanna fuck wit us Gun on my hip Shop wittah nigga pack just land I hit a score drugs and the bands All on the floor hit my lil dance I'm on the stove Beep Money machine watch me to go run it up Hit me a lick then I go double up Know we the shit they wanna fuck wit us Gun on my hip