[Verse 1: Simpson]
Yo it's Young Simpson, I stay on the track
You think I was gone? Best believe I'm back
Listen to me now, not later
I'm finna speak a story about a young waiter
A waiter who served the greenest guacamole
Her hair was so brown, and oh-so curly
She gave me the guac, and I fell in love
Not with the guac but with her...face
We talked a little bit, about thi dih
And then she said that she had to make it quick
I wanted to be smooth, I needed to be slick
I gave her my number, and the date's at 6
I was so excited about this date
And all about the babies we create
Our babies would look good. and wear nice hats
And pull out the Glock, and go PRAT PRAT PRAT
Rata-tat-tat, three cats in a hat
Man, what we gonna' do about that?
[Hook: Frugas & Simpson]
Guacamole girl (x9)
[Verse 2: Frugas]
We were at dinner; about six o'clock
It was all chillin' till she pulled out the Glock
She said, "Hands up. Gimme all the guac."
I drove on the ground and put a sock on the guac
I looked all around to see if there was a clock
While I was lookin', she shot me in the crotch
I put on my crocs, grabbed my lego blocks
Shot for the door, then tripped on some rocks
I got back up took the socks off the guac
Put the socks on, went to a nail salon
Got my nails done, then I went home
I swept and I mopped
Then I found myself slippin' on a big bowl of guac
I fell in slow motion, it felt hard as a rock
When I landed on...my big, fat, vainy: arm