Frugas & Simpson - Guacamole Girl (Single) lyrics

[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