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