Taste bud/The pocket

Part I: Taste bud

[Intro]
You are now listening to a [?]
Yeah

[Verse: Your Stepdad & Kanye West]
Bad bitch, she ain't taste that good
Shout out God 'cause he made Backwoods
Catfish, leave a taste in her mouth
Kill her taste buds with the buds (Frreh)
Stab me in the back, what the fuck
You got hella jokes, funny as fuck (You ain't got the an—)
I can tell that she don't wanna fuck
She see the money and it's makin' her fuck (Shit)
I can tell that he don't want a plug
He ain't gettin' pussy without the drugs (Shit)
Antagonizing all the hoes who thought it was fun to play with my trust (Fuck)
She was hella mad, she told me to leave, I don't want her butt (Grreh)
I've been going hard for years, I'm finally blowin' it up (Up)
I've been chillin' on the drugs, my life is boring as fuck
Tell a bitch I fell in love, now she don't even wanna fuck
She just wanna love, I don't wanna love (You ain't got the an—)
(Grreh)
Yeah, no cap, mhm, no cap (Grreh, grreh)
Yeah, hmm, hmm (Grreh)
Is this thing on? (This is a blackAlt production)

Part II: The pocket

[Intro]
Yeah (Frreh)

[Verse]
Helicopter the hoes, you losin' yourself 'bout a bitch ('Bout a bitch)
Losin' yourself for the money, we not even rich like that, you still gon' switch (Still gon' switch)
Why would I share my goals, in the back of your mind, you probably be callin' me bitch (Frreh, frreh, frreh, frreh)
You got halfway love in a fucked up world, that's really some fucked up shit (Shit)
Gotta learn how to fuck over niggas that's probably attempting to kill you (No cap)
Gotta learn how to shut the fuck up and still make the bad hoes feel you (Feel)
Gotta learn how to show 'em you human but never revealin' the real you (Grreh, grreh)
Yeah
I'm so grateful, I stick to the facts
Fine shit, fine shit, swimmin' in blacks, yeah (Shit)
We bossed up, like shout out to God, we ain't livin' with rats, yeah (Rats, frreh)
Takin' a break from the drugs, I'm glad my vision is back, yeah
Takin' a break from the slugs, she finna get hit from the back (Grreh, grreh, grreh)
I told her I don't like the club, I might as well sit in the back, yeah
Told her I needed a hug, she started bendin' her back
Huh, huh, huh (Shit, frreh, grreh)