"TACO BELL" lyrics
At Taco Bell
(Cash Kelly on the track, boy)
Nigga (Hombre made the beat, dammit)
Hormones make the whores moan, I'm off—
Nigga, nigga
Alright
Hormones make the whores moan, I'm off testosterone
I heard that you always lyin', king, think Mufasa's home
You ain't never finna catch me lackin', keep my choppa on
We gon' come and knock at your front door like we Papa Johns
Nigga, alright
I should start a damn drive-thru, trap like Taco Bell
Left a dead body in the back, now the trap gon' smell
Free my nigga Liltae2, I know he not gon' tell
Nigga, I know that y'all gon' tell
We was in the back of the trap, got ten bricks for sale
Damn, got your bitch for sale
She was sellin' pussy on the block, yeah, she trick as well
Nigga, I'm gon' wish y'all well
I was on the freeway speedin', almost hit the rail
Damn, nigga, I'm too real
That gun is filled with BB's, y'all is scared to kill
I be eatin' everything on my plate like it's my last meal
Me and my BM need some therapy, I'm gon' go to Dr. Phil
Swear I love them birds, they be in the mail
Swear the trap house filled with trees, nigga, we some squirrels
Forty-five pounds, do some bicep curls
Your bitch at the crib suckin' dick, nigga, I'm her world
I don't even live in the Bronx no more, nigga, that's my borough
We was in your trap last night, nigga, y'all ain't thorough
I just got a bullshit whip, put that shit on turbo
Come on now, my bitch she a Taurus
Try to stop me fightin' with a bear, you better burn the forest
I went to the pyramids of Giza, saw my nigga Horus
Come on, bro, nigga, y'all don't do this
You the type to trick me with a kiss, nigga, y'all like Judas
Chop won't let you come back to life, nigga, y'all ain't Buddhist
Come on, y'all, you niggas just sound so foolish
(Cash Kelly on the track, boy)
Nigga (Hombre made the beat, dammit)
Hormones make the whores moan, I'm off—
Nigga, nigga
Alright
Hormones make the whores moan, I'm off testosterone
I heard that you always lyin', king, think Mufasa's home
You ain't never finna catch me lackin', keep my choppa on
We gon' come and knock at your front door like we Papa Johns
Nigga, alright
I should start a damn drive-thru, trap like Taco Bell
Left a dead body in the back, now the trap gon' smell
Free my nigga Liltae2, I know he not gon' tell
Nigga, I know that y'all gon' tell
We was in the back of the trap, got ten bricks for sale
Damn, got your bitch for sale
She was sellin' pussy on the block, yeah, she trick as well
Nigga, I'm gon' wish y'all well
I was on the freeway speedin', almost hit the rail
Damn, nigga, I'm too real
That gun is filled with BB's, y'all is scared to kill
I be eatin' everything on my plate like it's my last meal
Me and my BM need some therapy, I'm gon' go to Dr. Phil
Swear I love them birds, they be in the mail
Swear the trap house filled with trees, nigga, we some squirrels
Forty-five pounds, do some bicep curls
Your bitch at the crib suckin' dick, nigga, I'm her world
I don't even live in the Bronx no more, nigga, that's my borough
We was in your trap last night, nigga, y'all ain't thorough
I just got a bullshit whip, put that shit on turbo
Come on now, my bitch she a Taurus
Try to stop me fightin' with a bear, you better burn the forest
I went to the pyramids of Giza, saw my nigga Horus
Come on, bro, nigga, y'all don't do this
You the type to trick me with a kiss, nigga, y'all like Judas
Chop won't let you come back to life, nigga, y'all ain't Buddhist
Come on, y'all, you niggas just sound so foolish
