[Intro: NLE Choppa]
It's Taco Tuesday, ha
Yeah, Taco Tuesday, I'm handin' out a whole lotta shells, bitch
K dripped in sauce
Grrr
You know what the fuck goin' on
Grape Street, shotta shit, no fucking politics
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: NLE Choppa & Big K Mula]
They thought we was done with this shit
Yeah I'm rich, but I'll still hit another lick
This choppa overheat, I got a coolin' kit
Put him down below like I'm Roddy Ricch
Glizzy automatic, came with the switch
Got a green beam and it got a dick
Shotta shit no fucking politics
Went against the grain, so he got hit
No chorus part five, you n***as been waitin'
Good aim with this Glock, should've played in the Matrix
We ain't killed in a while, finna boost up the ratings
I've been poppin' my shit and these n***as they hate it
Throwin' my gang, I'm reppin' my set
I don't want me a Glock, hit his ass with this TEC
Why hе got on a vest? 'Cause I aim at his neck
I sеrve a n***a soap cold, that shit finesse
Murda, murda, murda, all a n***a know
I can look at the stars, my choppa got a scope
Bitch I'm freestylin', you thought this shit was wrote
My dawg in the cell, I'm just here to give him hope
If a n***a want smoke, bitch you know that it's up
If I pull my dick out, then yo' bitch gonna suck
And he tried to rob me, he ain't know it was tough (Mula)
And I ain't squashin' no beef, pussy n***a it's stuck yeah
[Verse 2: Big K Mula]
Part five on you n***as
We so live on you n***as
Part three and four hit a couple mill, now it's all eyes on me n***a
Yo' bitch leave heart eyes on my picture
Got a .45 with extension
For a one K with a pension
Go rope on like they lynched me
Get money, my only attention
Strap on me n***a do not attempt me
Full clip, boy that bitch will get empty
Leave you wrapped up in a sheet
I've been countin' backends for a week
My n***as smoke Backwoods and OG
Shit like thirty-five for a P
Ridin' with a Ruger [?] on a C, put you on a tee
See, n***a playin' we'll put him to sleep
And I gotta eat, I hope it ain't beef
But if it is, boy we havin' a feast
N***as say they real, I gotta see
Whip push start, ain't got a key
Lil' bad bitch, I got a freak
Make yo' bitch wet, she gotta leak
Ballin' out of pocket like I'm Drew Brees
Makin' plays n***a, since the little league
Catch a girl, get a girl, tag freeze
Pack all the kush, strong, Hercules
N***as [?], make 'em make-believe
Draco choppin' shit, damn, Bruce Lee
Kiss me European, not from Japanese
Sauce drippin', clean up on aisle three
[Verse 3: ?]
Look, I pull out and swerve in the whip like it's rented
It's tinted, so now you cannot see who in here, I'm gone
The party don't start 'til I get that [?]
Got me somewhere else, but I've been there before, man I'm lit
And these bitches keep askin' for pictures, shit
My n***a keep passin' me liquor then breakin' down the stuff in [?]
Man this shit [?] some killer
Got gold in my mouth like I'm [?]
He gangster online, but a bitch when he see me
In person you really a peon
You not street you made yours [?] you n***as not me
I'm not friendly, no I don't follow on IG
You not spendin'
You chillin' here is unlikely
I don't fuck with n***as and I got a strap, I'm a dyke
But you try me, I'm shooting like Spike Lee
And all of these n***as 'round me they all gangbangers
I can't take 'em 'round rappers, they chain takers
HOF, Shotta Fam, we game changers
I can't calm 'em down, you cannot tame gangsters
In yo' party on Addies and Percs
Move wrong and you can get added to shirts
Tool on me, I won't give stripe to no jerk
And you up on me, you finna shoot or get murked
[Verse 4: OG Chuccy]
I'm catchin' flights, different city every night
Rockin' shows, livin' life
These n***as hatin' [?]
I was at the bottom strugglin' 'round every night
I really earned my stripes
I was on the block takin' chances with my life
I know they be plottin' and schemin'
Tryin' to get a n***a back, that's why I keep the pipe
Any n***a hatin', know he ain't right
He probably got robbed or beat up on sight
Take one of mine and I'm endin' your life
Ain't waitin' for shit, I'm spendin' the night
Runnin' with shottas, I live the gang life
He [?] he payin' the price
Caught that boy lackin', he thought shit was nice
Gave him a headshot, DOA, no Skype
We 'bout that life
You livin' up for the hype but that shit gonna cost you your life
Go hit 'em tonight
They finna survive? Spin back twice
If it's smoke, we don't take shit light
Applyin' pressure, hit his ass on sight
Ain't no hidin', we slidin' every night
I give him the order and gonna pay the price

[Verse 5: Kabana]
Who want the smoke?
What up? You can get it
Keep a lil' pocket rocket, baby glizzy
I got the pound bitch here hold fifty
Screamin' "fuck twelve" feelin' like I'm Biggie
[?]
Four pockets full, all of 'em on my lil' baby
Back to this trap if this rap shit don't make it
Kidnap yo' kids and fuck on yo' lady
Kill this bitch, I won't have no remorse
I knew it was [?] when he gave me the torch
You ate off my plate, even gave you a fork
I helped you become a man from a boy
He say he a shooter, he really not a shooter
He just a neuter, he really a brewster
Big dog, n***a I'm a poodle
Yo' [?]
Take a [?] you goofy
Shotta lifestyle, come and play [?]
[?] big body [?]
[?] with a kick, make a movie
Camelot apartments, where I started, they knew this
Parkway buildings be a jungle, on some zoo shit
Light skin, dark skin [?]
Big [?], all my money lookin' bluish
[?] I think I need a picture
This is D&G no Hilfiger
At the [?], money getting bigger
Popstar [?] with the stripper
Dissin' me, he a missin' n***a
Couple hooligans, don't make me sick 'em
Hide behind the houses with the hitters
Red bottom drippin', I'm a Crip
Wanna join Shotta Fam, go catch you a body
All it takes is one chance for me to [?]
Shoot it one time, watch it knock out his artery
Most of my homies, they locked up for robbery
Wanna join Shotta Fam, go catch you a body
All it takes is one chance for me to [?]
Shoot it one time, watch it knock out his artery
Most of my homies, they locked up for robbery