Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Taco, artist - 98s. Date of issue: 24.09.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Taco |
| Mason |
| Mmm, ay come ‘ere |
| (Ay, come 'ere) |
| Bro’s blacked out I’m blacked out too (Ay ay) |
| We’re lookin' for yutes (We are) |
| Don’t step cah bro’s on drillings (Don't) |
| And I’m on drillings too (I am) |
| Teamwork makes the dream work (Ay) |
| Come and get down these yutes (Let's go) |
| Opp block’s where man’s heading to |
| If I get grabbed, I ain’t got a clue |
| I was at gaff, gettin' seedy (I was) |
| Don’t ask me what happened to bruce (I don’t know) |
| I’m in Barca, smokin' Cali, I’m with Billy, that’s Tally (That's Tally) |
| Get chinged and slapped with a bally |
| Bally ain’t done no drills real patty (No drills) |
| Them man love talk bare yappin' |
| Man poured juice like its yacked man’s back in (Grr, bow bow) |
| Lift the Tally with the woah |
| Got them bricks from double O |
| Distributin' on the go |
| Put the proceeds on a pole |
| Just in case you didn’t know |
| We keep them hammers on the roads |
| Send the drillers on patrol |
| My hitters out here stealing souls |
| Whippin' and flippin' a kilo |
| We get the ye' for the D low |
| He know, she know |
| The wapper is bound for the reload (Bow) |
| Kway low, serve it |
| Pull up in all white like a surgeon |
| Baby girl close the curtain |
| Obbo lookin' like a workman |
| Did it for the ‘gram I can’t relate (Can't relate) |
| I wrapped up bits, stabbed a prick, I’m just bait (I'm just bait) |
| You ain’t seen no birdies |
| Sold straps from early (From early) |
| You don’t back your boy I back my boy I’m certi (Certi) |
| Kitchen counter dirty (Dirty) |
| Pyrex dirty, my name’s dirty |
| No stop they search me |
| You’re not a opp, you’re nerdy (Nerdy) |
| Tryna catch me a thirty |
| Vision lurky flip they’s dirty, I can’t let them bird me |
| Insidious on servery, bang up tonight gon' hurt me |
| I wanted to live a normal life |
| But I tried and it just weren’t for me (I tried) |
| How did I end up bangin' and slangin' |
| Shit, now the undies on me (Mazzaleen) |
| Undies on we, Tallies on gang (Badders) |
| Cos we active in streets (That's right) |
| And that’s a casual E when a big whip pulls up |
| That ain’t no Addison Lee (Skrrt skrrt skrrt) |
| Grab a pack and buss it |
| Bro said «There's Liz on the scales, don’t touch it» (Don't touch it) |
| Mr. Risk it All cos I love it (I love it) |
| Fuck’s sake I should listen to my conscience (Ah man) |
| More time I’m like fuck it a risk ain’t a risk if you’re riskin' nothing |
| (That's right) |
| Gang plug shanks you might end up blooded (Blooded) |
| Right or wrong I still got my bruddas (Normal) |
| Real driller, fam, do your research (Savage) |
| Tryna do up a redrum reverse (Murder) |
| Man don’t approach get burst (Bow) |
| Opps, see the gang and divert (Gone) |
| See opps and we hoppin' off bikes |
| I really done did it for my side (I done did it) |
| And when all the 8 was locked in the cage |
| I was out in the dingers with the 9 (Gang) |
| Bait with a good one |
| But if I get the call then I’m gettin' to the drop (Man's gone) |
| I’ll burst man’s friend if I can’t find him |
| Have officers calling up next of kins (Bow bow) |
| No cappin' if I rise this hand ting |
| Eject shots, automatic’s clappin' (Bow bow bow) |
| Slackin' that can’t be me |
| Every day I’m in the trap, the phone line’s smashin' (Ring ring) |
| Mason |