All right
You can get right in my face
And throw dirt on my name
Well, lemme tell you one thing
You, not F* my taste up
We gon' get right in this place
They gon' hear what I say
Bro, we came a long way
Well, you not F* my taste up
Slick talking
I proved it once
Then I prove it twice, you late
Like bro, we came a long way
Runnin' back to that white Benz
Seb be rollin' up that weight
Got a lot of things on our plates
Thanksgiving supper we ate
Asian momma, I'm blessed
Yellow boy talk the same talk
Risin' up 88
(Mumble)
I swear I can't catch a break
Bouncin, bouncin' through rooms
Call me Yoshi T. 808s
You can get right in my face
And throw dirt on my name
Well, lemme tell you one thing
You, not F* my taste up
You, not F* my taste up
That's it
I can't leave without that weight tucked
Ah shit
I've been poppin' with no makeup
That's it
You keep F* with my patience
Ah shit
You, not F* my taste up
That's it
I can't leave without that weight tucked
Ah shit
I've been poppin' with no makeup
That's it
You keep F* with my patience
Ah shit
You been F* with my
You been F* with my
You been F* with my
