DJ Burns - Taco Bell lyrics

[Verse 1: Jesse Y] Rockin' in that drop top beamer, leanin' heavy through the drive-thru Hangin' out the window, smokin' Reggie with my eyes screwed Scoop a side of sushi, fortune cookie with the lime soup Stupid at the Super Pollo, puta what them thighs do? I ain't got no cla**, pants saggin', show a** Scrape it off the grill, no paper towel, I eat it both hands Triple O we f**in' hungry, silver spoon, no oysters for me Different if I came from money, that's why I'm talkin' gettin' money, makin' money Make enough to make a dash, make it flood then make it back Faked in 7th grade but now she naked guess we made it, hann All she know is Triple O, All she want is Triple O Hipster b**hes love this sh**, they f** with us but on the low Low morals, no problems, no goals or role models Cause at age four Bill got oral in his own office Wanna be at Spring Break like Slim back in 99 Hump a couple models, make em' say my name a bunch of times Rappin' like it's 98, still tryin' to get my head straight When I'm on, don't know which Kardashian I'm gon' impregnate Kendall and Kylie, I'll catch a case to get it from the back Say my grace then hit em with the Dan V double clap [Hook: Gato Slick] All my people if you ready lets rock (lets rock) Triple O comin' steady with the drops (with the drops) Puttin' moves on Betty for the bop (for the bop) Feelin' like Tom Vercetti of the block (of the block) [Verse 2: Gato Slick] Since 94, the only MC with a flu It's an eyesore to see what you tryin' to do It's flabbergastin', claims that rappin' damsels spew out flames You in the zone, we bring that press you ain't gon' bruise our game, now Who's dapper? I'll slap him, his a** droppin' Sweet baby Mitch, young Afrika Bambaataa Concealin' the deuce deuce, when I'm trappin' I'm black Mamba I'm jokin', only focus is cash for my dad and mama Step on stage and get dismayed, your optics stocked to shut Renegade with a pen and page since papa got his nut The riddler don't give a f** how them swagger jackers move Music's kin to peddlin' rocks, that's yabba dabba doo I mean who's doper than I, boy I'll invoke your demise Your girl adoptin' Lauper's mantra when she slope on my slide Me and my folk will recline, with the most potent of lye Bammas should never test the set, just go dispose all your rhymes When you shinin' they gon' give it to you bad huh? I guess success is a gift and a curse She said nice guys usually finish last huh? It's cause I'm gunnin' on makin' you come first [Hook: Gato Slick] All my people if you ready lets rock (lets rock) Triple O comin steady with the drops (with the drops) Puttin moves on Betty for the bop (for the bop) Feelin like Tom Vercetti of the block (of the block) [Outro: Gato Slick] Odd Ones Out for the 99 and the 2000 ...f** with us