F* TASTE

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