Taco

Lyrics

[Chorus: FBG Young] Ayy, in the field like the Broncos, huh Rubberbands [?] them hunchos, huh Yeah, swervin' on Vellanos Tryna dodge them potholes and these dirty thot hoes Ayy, ayy, damn, they [?] like [?] Ayy, pull up on him, smoke his taco That's cheese all on his nacho, huh Beat up like I'm Gado, huh (Uh, yeah) Shout out to my vatos, huh (Uh, yeah) Get halos out these hollows, huh (Uh, yeah) [Verse 1: FBG Young] Ayy, ayy, did this shit with no advance (Damn) Ayy, ayy, did this shit with no scams (Trap) Ayy, it's accurate, you know I got the scale (Trap) You can call me "Jingle" 'cause I got them bales (Yeah) Had to say it low 'cause these niggas 12 (Bitch) Stick hangin' out the SIG like a lowercase L (Do-do-do, do-do-do) Love my M&M's and I spend it well (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Bad bitch got a tab on her hair and nails (Uh, yeah) Is you rollin'? Yeah, Glock can stick a grizzly bear (Bitch) He won't even dare, I'm gang 'til I get the chair (Gang) F&N shoot through his cap, eat through his hair (Get on him) Tell that bitch I want all head if I pull her hair (Get on it) [Chorus: FBG Young & FBG Cash] Ayy, in the field like the Broncos, huh Rubberbands [?] them hunchos, huh Yeah, swervin' on Vellanos Tryna dodge them potholes and these dirty thot hoes Ayy, ayy, damn, they [?] like [?] Ayy, pull up on him, smoke his taco That's cheese all on his nacho, huh Beat up like I'm Gado, huh (Uh, yeah) Shout out to my vatos, huh (Yuh, yuh, yuh) Get halos out these hollows, huh (Uh, yeah) [Verse 2: FBG Cash] Swervin' in that coupe, it's in my baby mama name (It is) Only right I drop the top, they like, "He forgot the brain" (He did) Issa Taine out the roof, thirty, he don't gotta aim (Grrt) Glizzy, it's gon' wet you up, doctors can't clean up the stain Trappin' on the block, they know we got everything (Everything) We don't fuck with fentanyl, but we keep that heroin (Keep that heroin) Young got that gas, huh (Young, Young) Duck got that check, huh (Yuh, yuh) Wooski keep his Glock (He do) Dutchie known to flex, huh (He do) Bitches love the Clout (Gang), all we do is flex (Baow) Pull up at the 24 (Yoom), we don't get no rest (No-no) Get you sitchy, we get busy, we been 'bout that action We don't tote no .38s, we keep automatics [Chorus: FBG Young] Ayy, in the field like the Broncos, huh Rubberbands [?] them hunchos, huh Yeah, swervin' on Vellanos Tryna dodge them potholes and these dirty thot hoes Ayy, ayy, damn, they [?] like [?] Ayy, pull up on him, smoke his taco That's cheese all on his nacho, huh Beat up like I'm Gado, huh Shout out to my vatos, huh Get halos out these hollows, huh [Outro] (Flex, Flex, Flex, Flex, Flex)