(Yea, hahaha suck my dick)
Holy Guacamole
Hoes just wanna blow me
I be rich as f*ck, drug addiction trapping money
Holy Guacamole
Loaded gun is smoky
I be Philly cut, dummy lit we bout to party
Holy Guacamole
Hoes just wanna blow me
I be rich as f*ck, drug addiction trapping money
Holy Guacamole
Loaded gun is smoky
I be Philly cut, dummy lit we bout to party
Don't f*ck with cilantro
I f*ck with your mom tho
I made her some nachos
Then hit her with combos
This is what hip-hop has become
Talking bout tits, ass and a gun
We got some kids, screaming lil pump
When we got kids who don't have a mom
I lived in a bubble, but that shit popped
It formed a new puddle, guacs all I got
Why is truth blocked, it hurts alot
Knowing that problems will never be stopped
Seems a little hypocritical, spitting out hooks that aren't lyrical
I just wanna show how music's miracle, was wasted on a bunch of lil' vegetables
Who got no testicles, futures vesicles
Copycats I can't help but ridicule
Kids think they're so intellectual
Shout god once they think they're spiritual
It's hysterical
(Oh my god, my bad Jesus, didn't mean to f*ck that hoe, and do that coke, hahaha just playing bro, you know how it is)
Holy Guacamole
Hoes just wanna blow me
I be rich as f*ck, drug addiction trapping money
Holy Guacamole
Loaded gun is smoky
I be Philly cut, dummy lit we bout to party
Holy Guacamole
Hoes just wanna blow me
I be rich as f*ck, drug addiction trapping money
Holy Guacamole
Loaded gun is smoky
I be Philly cut, dummy lit we bout to party