ACQUIRED TASTE ft. Ashton & Montier Lyrics

God knows

Imma put a ring on if I ever fall in love again

Take it back

We we don't need to build no trust again

Bad little Shawty in the sheets

Wanna love again

So I bagged myself a ten

I might go cop a Benz

She knows that I don't play like that

Take it to the top

She gon need a new flight plan

Laughing at my opps

They gon need a new life plan

Came in with the sauce

This is syn by the mic stand

Brand new whip

V10

Vip

She's in

Heart attack

Tweaking

Feeling wet

Deep end

Need a girl

Zee's there

See her on the weekends

Homies on the up

So you know we never cheating

2002

I threw the world in the deep end

Me plus you

None of us a ever leaving

Three plus two

I got a five star defence

Give her what she wants

A little more

Now she's peaking

All night

It's on

Flashing lights

We gone

Soul ties

The flow

Bragging rights

They gone

All night

It's on

Flashing lights

We gone

Soul ties

The flow

Bragging rights

They gone, gone, gone

Turnt up

Tryna turn it up

Brand new coup

I could lay it down

Woah

I could burn it up

Double cup of henny

I could stir it up

Back end

Know the crew tipped in

44 Gs

Niggas busy talking like they knew me

Bad bitch

Alexander two piece

Got that Water on my wrist

Got my bag up that's the new me

Lay It down

Right back in

Run it up

Through the weekend

On sight

Know we tapped in

Pull the top

Way back yeah

Keep it silent

Moving fast yeah

Played my part lemme pass it

Want a two tone whip

You can whip the Tucson

Got a burner with this brick

Like I'm Keem with two phones

Got this ammo on my lips like I just kissed a stick

And I'm stepping in this bitch like it's fucken sumo

Don't try to conversate with me

Man I swear I'm too gone

Had a couple J's and I ain't talking 'bout no shoes hoe

Tryna be the big bro

The way that Ye said was Hov

Was destined for the boy since a youngin came out the stove

Big stepper

The rap assassinator

Big bless up to all my little haters

Never missing like I never miss a lay up

Big on saying but the boy gone super saiyan

In the stu

Everybody getting lose

Chase the bag

Not no duck, duck, goose

Feeling like the Lakers in 1972

And imma sit up on the loop

When I retire in a suit, wait

They gone, gone, gone

Gone, gone, gone

Ha, yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Ah Ha

Let's go