Taste Tester

Ayy, ayy, Jvon Let me hit my cup Alright, let me, let me Let me hit my cup, the opps ain't never outside, they be bitchin' up Buttercup, bitch, f*ck the gang, got my brother stuck Lacking on my block, get you killed, pick your brother up Pick that boy up, pussy They ain't tough enough, scared in this whip, we caught him lackin' in the parking lot Almost beat an old nigga ass about a parking spot I heard what you said on the gang, you just barked a lot This a gold necklace Hoe got ass shit let's get breakfast On the E-Way, feelin' shiesty, ima hit Memphis I know you said you servin' light time but we miss you Speakin' on Ken gets you killed, I bought another pistol Pussy, and I'm ridin' with it The opps' guns must be cursed, they keep dyin' with it I gotta meet my fiend on the East, I'ma fly to him Snake who, little nigga, you gon' die doin' it Seven-six-twos, knock a nigga's lungs out Pop a nigga, try to run from me, where your gun now Bitch, we be turnt up A nigga talkin' all that hot shit, now he burnt up I'm tryna hurt some Monkey nuts hangin' off the Glock, I'm tryna merc some Baby, I can throw a lot of bands if you twerk some Pop a perc, now I'm throwin' bullets like Kirk Cousins It's a perc party, if you gettin' money, come buy some This opp, bitch, suckin' on my dick, go cry about it I won't lie about it Bitch, sucked me all night long, go die about it Pussy ass nigga, I know the opps' pissed Take a nigga watch, cause he looked at my necklace Bro been ridin' with a Glock, shit can get reckless Pop a perc, mix it with some Wock, who need taste tester What you need? You don't want beef Pop a nigga, then f*ck your bitch, shit I'm cocky Nigga, you can't even touch me, I'm like Ali Or I can give you this right hook like I'm Rocky Rocky Balboa J Von