Taco Tuesday

Lyrics

Hop up in they fin fin Then I spin spin N** they be playing around Like i'm one of them I'm not one of them I get up with one of them Walk up on me wrong You get hit with the fan I can't fake .. I can't even pretend Every n** around me ready spin n** spin Why these n** actin like they never spin Why these n sitting talking bout me who is them Why you n** keep on walkin up like you my friend Why you don't know bout me but you get hit w the shit Why these n** broken walk up with their facе hard Yeah pull out fast sound like a race car Why thеse n** actin' like I ain't that boy That lil n** pull up on you Hit your whole yard Ridin' with them sticks, hockey n** Pull up minivan like a soccer n** All up on my stick like binoculars n** N** ain't rich, my pockets look like they got pockets n** All black, ski with the fit like a rocker n** All white, trench coat, like a doctor n** And a n** say they with the stativ till you shock a n** And i'm running round, Tommy guns like a mobster n** Why these n** wanna always squash it when they're too late I can see them hit the block with two drakes Why you n** better keep yourself up out my face Or I swear your ass gon' have the worst Tuesday Hop up in they fin fin Then I spin spin N** they be playing around Like i'm one of them I'm not one of them I get up with one of them Walk up on me wrong You get hit with the fan I can't fake kick I can't even pretend Every n** around me saying spin n** spin