Werescombo - Taco split (feat. 44insane) Lyrics

Bitch, I'm poppin' 4's out the window, bitch They say combo up and he winnin', bitch
Brody said I- What
Brody said I owe it, he gon' get it on the 55, bitch
Dressed the Drake up and I nicknamed it Nipsey, bitch

Yeah, my unreleased part is about 50 hits Dicks on the Glock, bruh
Dicks on the Glock, ARPs in the titties, lift
I'm so high right now, my brody think I'm bout to piss
Bitch, keep callin' on my phone, said she want dick

Ayy, bitch, chill out, if you want it, better pray and wish
I'm just here to get the f*ckin' toppy why yo pants unzipped
Dumpin' clips at my opps like I'm takin' pics
This bitch a slut, but I love the way she take this dick

She gave me head you textin' her like I hate this bitch
You watch your own man get beat up, I can't fake this shit
You want the smoke, I pull up and I face that shit
He keep lookin' at this f*ckin' blunt like I lace this shit

I'm with the gang and we round round with K's and shi
Make that nigga dip like a chicken call him lays and shi
Dressed the Glock up like I take it on dates and shit
Opps nice as f*ck, had to nickname them waitresses

I'm gettin' high, I don't care about what state this is
Drunk as hell, I'll kill a bitch in what state I'm in
Pull up on a nigga, swappin' souls, I hate to sin
Bitch, I wanna

Bitch, I wanna shoot your whole face, I hate that grin
Stop talkin' shit, I'll pull up, get your taco split
My favorite opp, that nigga, he a bitch, call him Nacho Dip
This girl was tryin' to f*ck me, but my ho said, this Nacho Dick

I need my shit in, now I'm f*ckin' blues when the lotto hit
Pull up, tap a nigga, f*ckin' Bell , his taco split
Take a nigga, flash on nanny like , taking flicks
He pulled up, tryin' to fight, pole out hand like magic trick

I said I was gon' stop killin' niggas, I have to drench
Y'all both dumb as hell, but you older, you have to sense
Bitch, bitch, I'm poppin' fours out the window
Bitch, they say combo up and he winnin

Bitch, Brody said I
Brody said I owe him, he go get it on the 55th
Taking shi in Christmas you can call me just Mr. Grinch
You can't say that shit to my face, Mr. Bitch

Diamonds really cold, and it's cooler than winter, bitch
Hands everywhere like you're playin' Twister, bitch
Puts holes through yo body just be glad yo face exist
Bad opps in this hood, I can't pass it, I'ma face it, bitch

Got them pits in the back, and I'm finna let them loose
So I dunk set that nigga, now he screamin' like a goose
I'ma crib my sister blood, we poppin' niggas like we pissed
Shout out Lexi, she the best, she let me f*ck her in her bed

F*ck this guy, we switchin' up, we finna slide up in a test
Bullets push his waves back, and now he tryna go some drifts
Can't believe I shot his leg, I was aimin' for his head
I don't want your bitch, she ugly and she manly, look like me

Griffin, and now these niggas dippin
Bitch, don't ask me what I bang, bitch, you know I'm creepin
Hit her for the 40, drunk as hell, feelin' like my uncle
Caught a nigga flirt with my bitch, and he ate my knuckle

Put a belt to her ass on these niggas, I broke my buckle
Next time I find a bitch too loyal, I'm not gon' f*ck with her
Guess I'm droppin' fives out the window, bitch
Niggas say I owe him, he gon' get it on the 66

Why you tryna run off, hit that nigga with a f*ckin' brick
Found out she ate my whole dick, and now you f*ckin' sick
Gun on me on the court, off and on like I'm Doc
I tell my bitch when I'm cheatin', swear to God I won't lie

I got my knife in my pocket, tryna cut her like some pie
F*ck Tom, f*ck Kenny, f*ck Dada, you know why
I caught him lockin' in the hallway, pushed a nigga in the eye
Carti ballin' in my blood, got me high up in the sky

Nigga, all you niggas bitches
I'ma catch you in the game and hit you with some switches
Then take her body, then I'll put him in the f*ckin' ditches
If that's your bitch, then why we f*cked by the f*ckin' ditches

Answer me, bitch, these are things that I wanna know
Caught her all black and blue, it's rainin' like the f*ckin' snow
Ain't that hard to grab a gun and go and shoot somebody
Feel like Al Capone, I'll grab the chopper, I'll grab the f*ckin' Tommy

Take his body so he can rap him like a f*ckin' mommy
Oh shit, he ain't dead, shoot him again, is he a f*ckin' zombie
If you tryna f*ck my bitch, swear to God I'm jumpin' in
I don't play that shit, bitch, get in the car, we finna spin

You my baby, yeah, we locked in, we locked up
A nigga play with you, then let me know we puttin' clocks up
Caught him in the alley, dead end, and now he boxed up
Walked in the party, CDG, we got Glocks tucked

Tell my bitch, line him up, but I am not a barber
Your bitch came with me, cause I heard that you was tryna starve her
Where you at? Here we go, we finna come and slide
Got my bitch on the drill, put her body in the Clyde

There he go, cut his throat, I'm finna wrap him in the rope
Cowboy tellin' me to chill, he already up up on the stove
Why you runnin', why you runnin'
I ain't finna chase him down, once he's full, let's get the dump in

Now he dead, and he gone, boy, you know that you was wrong
You can catch me on the rest, I'm lookin' for that nigga Tom