Foe Papa - Taco Tuesday!!!! Lyrics

Wow

It's papa

Whew

I got a package on the way, I gotta watch the mail
Brought the revolver out the crib, it ain't gon' drop a shell
The Benz damn near on E, we gotta stop at Shell
Yo man's probably didn't snitch, but he was bouta tell

Sosa brought the hammer out the crib, who he bout to nail
My young nigga say he bout to start pimping, who he bout to sell
I know a nigga say he trappin', he ain't got no sales (FAH)
I dun him hit him in his hat, he ain't got no cells

Come through part two, he think it's that leave his taco stale
Brains look like the meat in the back of the Taco Bell
Asked bro what he put in the pack it ain't got no smell
Slurred words, I'm full of the ack and the pop look stale

Everything I do be Grandé like a Nacho Bell
Why the f*ck you serving my J, that was not yo sale
If you ain't tryna get no Pape you should pop yourself
Only nigga stopping you is you, why you stop yourself

Like how you do that?

Like let me know bro

Go get sum f*ckin money nigga

We BEEN gettin money nigga

I been gettin money since been gettin money been gettin money

I been gettin money since before gettin money was a trend

BITCH

I got a package on the way, I gotta watch the mail
Brought the revolver out the crib, it ain't gon' drop a shell
The Benz damn near on E, we gotta stop at Shell
Yo man's probably didn't snitch, but he was bouta tell

Sosa brought the hammer out the crib, who he bout to nail
My young nigga say he bout to start pimping, who he bout to sell
I know a nigga say he trappin', he ain't got no sales (FAH)
I dun him hit him in his hat, he ain't got no cells