Tostitos Lyrics

[Intro]

Oh shit

Yo

Whats good yo

Yo you got some (censored)

Do it look like I got some (censored)

What



[Verse 1: Hooligan Chase]

(What do you do?)

Alley-oop the pussy

I bang it, I bang it, bang it (bang it)

You can't even please her

I did this shit with my fingers

Neighborhood menace

Smoke cookies, they Famous Amos

I be fucked up at the dentist

Come put your face where I ain't is

Rippin' up your flowers

A youngin' fucking up Camelot

Boy you just just a speck on the earth the size of a nano bot

These is Acid Raps I got goofiness just like Chano got

But I'm not from Chicago, get swallowed, you use your hand a lot

Hooligan utopia come see my metropolis

I couldn't be coached by Gregg Popovich, I'm on top of this

Shawty bout wet as a three from Peja Stojaković

Its ok, they safe if the kids is in your esophagus

I got my Marissa Tomei, Its ok

You work a dead end ass job and still got something to say

My guap big, [?] She'll go away



[Verse 2: Hooligan Chase]

It don't matter how you treat her, that hoe do what she do

Way to often I see headlines about a tooly in school

Bitch wake up and smell the ashes or be truly a fool

They say don't worry or ask questions, That's your duty as you

So I say bitch keep it above, 50 granted you stuck

With me plan and can't fuck, with me Janet I suck

Titties, I see yours tucked

[?] you've been awarded an Emmy, I'm walking slurred

Daily I'm out the earth (Out the earth)

Up late cooking like I am linguine

Ain't stressing no Remi, just order the steak panini

Head honcho its Hooligan Musolini

You bitch ain't shit but a devil in a bikini (woah)

Then she wanna do-si-do (ay)

Real boy bucks for Pinocchio (ay)

Why the boy look a little dopey though

Open up the grill I be smokey though

I been counting chips Tostitos (ay)

Real boy bucks for Pinocchio (ay)

Why the boy look a little dopey though (ooh)

Open up the grill I be smokey though