[Intro:]
Most of these n***as be bitches too
But you'll never hear that side of the story
So uhh, we finna do this shit like this

[Verse 1:] 2Pac
It's like I tell my n***as, keep your eyes on these bitches
They love to G a n***a young dumb and gettin riches
What the fuck you think a trick is n***a
N***a done stick and wet his dick
And then get tricked out all his riches by a -- BITCH!
I'm here to school you to the rules of the game, it'll cost ya
Think you alla that just cause she let a n***a toss her
It's like a motherfuckin priveledge
So don't give up your conversation, give that bitch your 7 digits
When she call ya, ask that tramp whassup
And if she hesitate, n***a hang up, worrrd up
And let that bitch meditate to the dial tone
And call me when you're ready to bone, and it's on
A motherfucking mack tonight
Stay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight
You fuckin punks, I hate you snitches
Went against the grain and the game to be fake ass bitches


[Hook:] Tyga
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, fuck what a n***a say
It's all the same, like Mary-Kate
[Verse 2:] Tyga
Slide on a pimp game with my pinky ring
Lotta gang, lotta bitches, and a icy chain
Why you claim that you rich? That's a false claim
I be straight to the whip, no baggage claim
Whole lotta styles, can't even pronounce the name
You ain't got no style, see you on my Instagram
I be rockin' it like it's fresh out the pan
Only when I'm takin' pics, I'm the middleman
Lotta girls like me, n***as wanna fight me
N***a get yo ass checked like a fuckin' Nike
Me not icey, that's 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
I'm the black JB the way these bitches scream

[Hook:] Tyga
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, fuck what a n***a say
It's 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 that's cool but he ain't like me


[Verse 3]: Biggie Smalls
Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks
Seen my man Sage that I knew from the projects
Said he had beef, asked me if I had my piece
Sure do, two .22s in my shoes
Holler if you need me, love, I'm in the house
Roam and stroll, see what the honeys is about
Moet popping, ho hopping
Ain't no stopping Big Poppa
I'm a Bad Boy
N***as wanna front, who got your back? (Biggie!)
N***as wanna flex, who got the gat? (Biggie!)
It ain't hard to tell I'm the East Coast overdose
N***a you scared you're supposed to
N***a, I toast ya, put fear in your heart
Fuck up the party before it even start
Pissy drunk, off the Henny and skunk
On some Brand Nubian shit beating down punks