D.A
Slide on a pimp game with my pinky ring
Lotta gang, lotta bitches, and a icy chain
Why you claim that you rich? Thats a false claim
I be straight to the whip, no baggage claim
Whole lotta styles, cant even pronounce the name
You dont even got no style, see you on my Instagram
I be rockin it like its fresh out the pan
Only when Im takin pics, Im the middleman
Walk, talk it like a boss, I just lift the hand
Three million cash, call me rain man
Money like a shower, thats my rain dance
And we all in black, like its gangland
Say the wrong word, you be hangman
Watch me stick to your bitch like a spray tan
Aw, Mr. What Kind Of Car You In?
In the city love my name, nigga I aint gotta say it
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say
Its all the same, like Mary-Kate
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Yeah thats cool but he aint like me
Lotta girls like me, niggas wanna fight me
Nigga get yo ass checked like a fuckin Nike
Me not icey, thats unlikely
And she gon suck me like a fuckin Hi-C
Aw, chains on the neck for the whole team
And I feel like Gucci with the ice cream
And my bitch want the Fenty, not the Maybelline
Im the black JB the way these bitches scream
Make these bitches scream
Pretty little thing
Like my nigga A.E, say, yadadamean
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say
Its all the same, like Mary-Kate
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Yeah thats cool
Yeah, Ima put the drip on the plate (drip, drip)
Diamond ice-glazed, niggas imitate (ice, ice)
Aye, aye feed me grapes Maybach with the drac (grape)
Slow pace in the Wraith, got this shit from bae
Diamonds up to par, the cookie hittin hard (hard)
The Rari sit in park, Im at it, on Mars (Mars)
Shotgun shells, we gon always hit the target (blaow)
Popcorn bitch shell poppin out the cartridge (pop it)
3400 Nawfside, Charles Barkley
4-8-8, Ferrari
Make her get on top of me and ride me like a Harley
She wanna keep me company and never want depart me (no)
(Depart me) Yeah, fishtail in the parking lot (skrt, skrt)
I dont kick it with these niggas cause they talk about cha
And I got the fire, dont make me spark it out cha
Keep it in my back pocket like its a wallet
Like the way she suck it, suck it like a Jolly (whoa)
Stack it up and put it with the whole project (racks)
And she got the Patek on water moccasin
Im rich in real life, I get that profit, copy
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Yeah, thats cool, but he aint like me
Taste, taste, LA you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Miami you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Oakland you can get a taste
Taste, taste, New York do you love the taste?
Taste, taste, Chi-Town you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Houston you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Portland you can get a taste
Taste, taste, overseas let them bitches taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Taste, taste, worldwide they gon get a taste
Songwriters: Cameron Forbes Lewis / David L Doman / Kiari Kendrell Cephus / Michael Stevenson
Taste lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.