Yeah (keep that, Paryo)
This guap, it's on me, I'm not curious (we love you, Tecca)
Everything, it make me furious
Yeah, everything, it make me furious
I said, "Baby, are you serious?"
This guap, it's on me, I'm not curious
Bitch, I woke up to a paradise
And she wanna come and just live in it
I do it, I do it, I vision it
I do it, I won't even mention it
Every time that you call, we gon' ball
For whenever you call, we gon' ball, yeah
We still gon' ball, whenever you call
We still gon' ball, yeah, we still gon' ball, yeah
Feel like, feel like, she wanna feel like
She the only one that be up in my life
Baby girl, we rockin', told her to sit tight
I've been up in the twilight
Chillin', it's something I can't fight
Livin' the limits to see what it feel like
Think you at the top, but we at a new height
She wanna drop, she got a new Sprite
Rockin' with influence just to get by
Had to cut her off, but she knew why
I just woke up, it's a new life
Can't control me (yeah)
None of that can control me (yeah, no, no)
By my lonely, yeah (my lonely)
I don't really f*ck with no phony, yeah (no phony)
What they told me, yeah (what they told me)
Stay ten toes like Tony, yeah (Tony Montana)
Got that Rollie (yeah)
I don't even want that Rollie, yeah, nah, nah
I don't even take it serious
Everything, it's not that serious
And I don't even gotta stress
This guap, it's on me, I'm not curious
Everything, it make me furious
Yeah, everything, it make me furious
I said, "Baby, are you serious?"
This guap, it's on me, I'm not curious
Bitch, I woke up to a paradise
And she wanna come and just live in it
I do it, I do it, I vision it
I do it, I won't even mention it
Every time that you call, we gon' ball
For whenever you call, we gon' ball, yeah
We still gon' ball whenever you call
We still gon' ball, yeah, we still gon' ball, yeah
This money on me, I'm not curious
Money on me, damn
Everything, it make me furious
Yeah, yeah, everything, it make me furious
This guap, it's on me, I'm not
This guap is on me, I'm not feelin' it
Lil Tecca - We Love You Tecca 2 Album Lyrics
Lil Tecca - We Love You Tecca 2 Lyrics
Writer: Tyler Justin Sharpe, Parker Young, Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
REPEAT IT
[Lil Tecca]
(Told 'em to cut all the lights)
I'm in the field, we goin' up
Told 'em to cut all the lights out
Oh, oh-oh (Census, what you cookin'?)
I'm in New York, where it be cold
Look at my neck, 'cause it's iced out
I'm in the field, we goin' up (Yeah)
Told 'em to cut all the lights out
You want a problem? You better think about it (Oh-oh)
'Cause that come with a price now
I get her go, I do not think about it
I don't go with the hype style, yeah (Yeah, We love you, Tecca)
You want a problem? Lil' bitch, I ain't involved (Involved)
Everything that we talked 'bout still left unresolved (Unresolved)
Baby, you were just the one playin', that's how I recall it (Recall)
If I look through these Cartiers frames, I don't even see love (Oh)
Stayin' up, I get no rest, rest, rest, rest (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't gotta sleep, yeah
F*ckin' with bitches, the best, best, best, best
Shawty conceited (Woah)
F*ck with the gang and you dead, dead, dead, dead
You should've seen this (Woah, woah)
Put some dollars on your head, head, head, head
Then I repeat it
Diamonds wet, everywhere I go my diamonds cold, yeah (Yeah)
Line 'em up, we could turn 'em into dominoes, yeah (Yeah)
Ride in the Benz, drop the top, and now my hair in the wind, yeah (Woah)
She at it again, I'm at it again, we at it again
Real shooters, they gon' do what it takes
Ski mask, they ain't showin' the face
No FaceTime, that might come with a case
Got no time, makin' minimum wage
Goin' hard, you see me out of state
Took her home, and now she want to stay
Said she mine for tonight, it's okay
We at it again, we at it again
I'm in New York, where it be cold
Look at my neck, 'cause it's iced out
I'm in the field, we goin' up (Yeah)
Told 'em to cut all the lights out
You want a problem? You better think about it (Oh-oh)
'Cause that come with a price now
I get her go, I do not think about it
I don't go with the hype style, yeah
You want a problem? Lil' bitch, I ain't involved (Involved)
Everything that we talked 'bout still left unresolved (Unresolved)
Baby, you were just the one playin', that's how I recall it (Recall)
If I look through these Cartiers frames, I don't even see love (Oh)
[Lil Tecca & Gunna]
Stayin' up, I get no rest, rest, rest, rest (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't gotta sleep, yeah
F*ckin' with bitches, the best, best, best, best
Shawty conceited (Woah)
F*ck with the gang and you dead, dead, dead, dead
You should've seen this (Woah, woah)
Put some dollars on your head, head, head, head
Then I repeat it (Repeat it)
[Gunna]
Still eating, I can't even spell drought (Spell drought)
It's been a long time, I swear to God, I can remember we sleep in the trap house (I can remember we sleep in the trap house)
We shop in New York, we shop in Miami, in Vegas we gamble and cash out (Cash out)
These rappers play tough, but we always ready and don't really see what the cap 'bout (Don't really see what the cap 'bout)
Put some money on your head, head, head, head, I feel heartless (I feel heartless)
Baguettes in the Rolex on a snow bitch, oh my God (Oh my God)
Tell promoters send the check and the jet, yeah, I don't bargain (I don't bargain)
Gunna taught you how to dress, nigga, say less, dripping the hardest
[Lil Tecca]
I'm in New York, where it be cold
Look at my neck, 'cause it's iced out
I'm in the field, we goin' up (Yeah)
Told 'em to cut all the lights out
You want a problem? You better think about it (Oh-oh)
'Cause that come with a price now
I get her go, I do not think about it
I don't go with the hype style, yeah
You want a problem? Lil' bitch, I ain't involved (Involved)
Everything that we talked 'bout still left unresolved (Unresolved)
Baby, you were just the one playin', that's how I recall it (Recall)
If I look through these Cartiers frames, I don't even see love (Oh)
Stayin' up, I get no rest, rest, rest, rest (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't gotta sleep, yeah
F*ckin' with bitches, the best, best, best, best
Shawty conceited (Woah)
F*ck with the gang and you dead, dead, dead, dead
You should've seen this (Woah, woah)
Put some dollars on your head, head, head, head
Then I repeat it
(Told 'em to cut all the lights)
I'm in the field, we goin' up
Told 'em to cut all the lights out
Oh, oh-oh (Census, what you cookin'?)
I'm in New York, where it be cold
Look at my neck, 'cause it's iced out
I'm in the field, we goin' up (Yeah)
Told 'em to cut all the lights out
You want a problem? You better think about it (Oh-oh)
'Cause that come with a price now
I get her go, I do not think about it
I don't go with the hype style, yeah (Yeah, We love you, Tecca)
You want a problem? Lil' bitch, I ain't involved (Involved)
Everything that we talked 'bout still left unresolved (Unresolved)
Baby, you were just the one playin', that's how I recall it (Recall)
If I look through these Cartiers frames, I don't even see love (Oh)
Stayin' up, I get no rest, rest, rest, rest (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't gotta sleep, yeah
F*ckin' with bitches, the best, best, best, best
Shawty conceited (Woah)
F*ck with the gang and you dead, dead, dead, dead
You should've seen this (Woah, woah)
Put some dollars on your head, head, head, head
Then I repeat it
Diamonds wet, everywhere I go my diamonds cold, yeah (Yeah)
Line 'em up, we could turn 'em into dominoes, yeah (Yeah)
Ride in the Benz, drop the top, and now my hair in the wind, yeah (Woah)
She at it again, I'm at it again, we at it again
Real shooters, they gon' do what it takes
Ski mask, they ain't showin' the face
No FaceTime, that might come with a case
Got no time, makin' minimum wage
Goin' hard, you see me out of state
Took her home, and now she want to stay
Said she mine for tonight, it's okay
We at it again, we at it again
I'm in New York, where it be cold
Look at my neck, 'cause it's iced out
I'm in the field, we goin' up (Yeah)
Told 'em to cut all the lights out
You want a problem? You better think about it (Oh-oh)
'Cause that come with a price now
I get her go, I do not think about it
I don't go with the hype style, yeah
You want a problem? Lil' bitch, I ain't involved (Involved)
Everything that we talked 'bout still left unresolved (Unresolved)
Baby, you were just the one playin', that's how I recall it (Recall)
If I look through these Cartiers frames, I don't even see love (Oh)
[Lil Tecca & Gunna]
Stayin' up, I get no rest, rest, rest, rest (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't gotta sleep, yeah
F*ckin' with bitches, the best, best, best, best
Shawty conceited (Woah)
F*ck with the gang and you dead, dead, dead, dead
You should've seen this (Woah, woah)
Put some dollars on your head, head, head, head
Then I repeat it (Repeat it)
[Gunna]
Still eating, I can't even spell drought (Spell drought)
It's been a long time, I swear to God, I can remember we sleep in the trap house (I can remember we sleep in the trap house)
We shop in New York, we shop in Miami, in Vegas we gamble and cash out (Cash out)
These rappers play tough, but we always ready and don't really see what the cap 'bout (Don't really see what the cap 'bout)
Put some money on your head, head, head, head, I feel heartless (I feel heartless)
Baguettes in the Rolex on a snow bitch, oh my God (Oh my God)
Tell promoters send the check and the jet, yeah, I don't bargain (I don't bargain)
Gunna taught you how to dress, nigga, say less, dripping the hardest
[Lil Tecca]
I'm in New York, where it be cold
Look at my neck, 'cause it's iced out
I'm in the field, we goin' up (Yeah)
Told 'em to cut all the lights out
You want a problem? You better think about it (Oh-oh)
'Cause that come with a price now
I get her go, I do not think about it
I don't go with the hype style, yeah
You want a problem? Lil' bitch, I ain't involved (Involved)
Everything that we talked 'bout still left unresolved (Unresolved)
Baby, you were just the one playin', that's how I recall it (Recall)
If I look through these Cartiers frames, I don't even see love (Oh)
Stayin' up, I get no rest, rest, rest, rest (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't gotta sleep, yeah
F*ckin' with bitches, the best, best, best, best
Shawty conceited (Woah)
F*ck with the gang and you dead, dead, dead, dead
You should've seen this (Woah, woah)
Put some dollars on your head, head, head, head
Then I repeat it
Writer: Tyler Justin Anthony Sharpe, Danny Snodgrass, Nico Baran, Michael Romito, Sergio Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
NEVER LEFT
(Perfect)
Hope for the whole gang
I got hope for the whole gang, for the
Oh, no
Oh, whoa, sh, yeah
Nah, yeah, yeah
Whoa, yeah, smoke for the pain
Got some hopes for the gang, yeah
Hopes for the gang
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (we love you, Tecca)
Know it's gon' be easy to me (to me), I got a bankroll (bankroll)
Shooters doing what I say so, 'cause they on payroll (payroll)
I got all purple on my shoes, I look like Saints Row (yeah, yeah)
If I let you take my flick, you better catch my angles
Yeah, Vercetti want no vibes, came back like I never left
Said that she gon' let me hit, came back, now she undressed
Thought you got my real love, girl, that was another test (yeah, yeah)
Vercetti want no vibes, came back like I never left
Only do it if it feel natural, I can't force this shit
They say, "where you get that swag from?" Bitch, I bought this shit
If you ask me, then I'm number one, but that's my opinion
You could go and check the stats yourself, just start soundin' in it
Niggas tryna compete with me in the same lane (same lane)
F*ck around, I make my own wave, see if they maintain (in my wave)
I'm feelin' like I'm Almighty So, nigga, bang, bang (brrah, brrah, brrah)
Got some hopes for the gang, gang, smoke for the pain, pain (yeah)
Fashion, fashion, yeah, fashion fanatic, yeah, yeah
To money, a addict, yeah, yeah, the money and baddest, yeah, yeah
Got so much packs on me you would think I be trappin', yeah, yeah
I guess that's what happens, yeah, yeah, when you really got it, yeah, yeah
Know it's gon' be easy to me, I got a bankroll
Shooters doing what I say so, 'cause they on payroll (yeah-yeah)
I got all purple on my shoes, I look like Saints Row (Saints Row)
If I let you take my flick, you better catch my angles (angles)
Yeah, Vercetti want no vibes, came back like I never left
Said that she gon' let me hit, came back, now she undressed (yeah, yeah)
Thought you got my real love, girl, that was another test (oh, whoa)
Vercetti want no vibes, came back like I never left
What you tryna talk about? ('Bout) It ain't about money (yeah)
I don't hear no notification, not the bank callin' (callin')
Got the keys, I could pick a door like the warden (like the)
You can't even roll up my gas, blunts floatin' (like a)
What even? What happened? Yeah (like a)
I'm rockin' Virgil in Paris, yeah
Oh, that's your bitch? I'm embarrassed, yeah (what?)
Boy, you're my son, carriage, yeah (carriage)
We havin' fun with this shit still
I can tell that you're overthinkin'
I could do it with my eyes closed
You can see that I'm barely blinkin' (blinkin')
Fashion, fashion, yeah, fashion fanatic, yeah, yeah
To money, a addict, yeah, yeah, the money and baddest, yeah, yeah
Got so much packs on me, you would think I be trappin', yeah, yeah
I guess that's what happens, yeah, yeah, when you really got it, yeah, yeah
Know it's gon' be easy to me (to me), I got a bankroll
Shooters doing what I say so, 'cause they on payroll (yeah-yeah)
I got all purple on my shoes, I look like Saints Row (Saints Row)
If I let you take my flick, you better catch my angles (angles)
Yeah, Vercetti want no vibes, came back like I never left (brrah)
Said that she gon' let me hit, came back, now she undressed (yeah, yeah)
Thought you got my real love (real love), girl, that was another test (oh, whoa)
Vercetti want no vibes, came back like I never left (never left)
Hope for the whole gang
I got hope for the whole gang, for the
Oh, no
Oh, whoa, sh, yeah
Nah, yeah, yeah
Whoa, yeah, smoke for the pain
Got some hopes for the gang, yeah
Hopes for the gang
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (we love you, Tecca)
Know it's gon' be easy to me (to me), I got a bankroll (bankroll)
Shooters doing what I say so, 'cause they on payroll (payroll)
I got all purple on my shoes, I look like Saints Row (yeah, yeah)
If I let you take my flick, you better catch my angles
Yeah, Vercetti want no vibes, came back like I never left
Said that she gon' let me hit, came back, now she undressed
Thought you got my real love, girl, that was another test (yeah, yeah)
Vercetti want no vibes, came back like I never left
Only do it if it feel natural, I can't force this shit
They say, "where you get that swag from?" Bitch, I bought this shit
If you ask me, then I'm number one, but that's my opinion
You could go and check the stats yourself, just start soundin' in it
Niggas tryna compete with me in the same lane (same lane)
F*ck around, I make my own wave, see if they maintain (in my wave)
I'm feelin' like I'm Almighty So, nigga, bang, bang (brrah, brrah, brrah)
Got some hopes for the gang, gang, smoke for the pain, pain (yeah)
Fashion, fashion, yeah, fashion fanatic, yeah, yeah
To money, a addict, yeah, yeah, the money and baddest, yeah, yeah
Got so much packs on me you would think I be trappin', yeah, yeah
I guess that's what happens, yeah, yeah, when you really got it, yeah, yeah
Know it's gon' be easy to me, I got a bankroll
Shooters doing what I say so, 'cause they on payroll (yeah-yeah)
I got all purple on my shoes, I look like Saints Row (Saints Row)
If I let you take my flick, you better catch my angles (angles)
Yeah, Vercetti want no vibes, came back like I never left
Said that she gon' let me hit, came back, now she undressed (yeah, yeah)
Thought you got my real love, girl, that was another test (oh, whoa)
Vercetti want no vibes, came back like I never left
What you tryna talk about? ('Bout) It ain't about money (yeah)
I don't hear no notification, not the bank callin' (callin')
Got the keys, I could pick a door like the warden (like the)
You can't even roll up my gas, blunts floatin' (like a)
What even? What happened? Yeah (like a)
I'm rockin' Virgil in Paris, yeah
Oh, that's your bitch? I'm embarrassed, yeah (what?)
Boy, you're my son, carriage, yeah (carriage)
We havin' fun with this shit still
I can tell that you're overthinkin'
I could do it with my eyes closed
You can see that I'm barely blinkin' (blinkin')
Fashion, fashion, yeah, fashion fanatic, yeah, yeah
To money, a addict, yeah, yeah, the money and baddest, yeah, yeah
Got so much packs on me, you would think I be trappin', yeah, yeah
I guess that's what happens, yeah, yeah, when you really got it, yeah, yeah
Know it's gon' be easy to me (to me), I got a bankroll
Shooters doing what I say so, 'cause they on payroll (yeah-yeah)
I got all purple on my shoes, I look like Saints Row (Saints Row)
If I let you take my flick, you better catch my angles (angles)
Yeah, Vercetti want no vibes, came back like I never left (brrah)
Said that she gon' let me hit, came back, now she undressed (yeah, yeah)
Thought you got my real love (real love), girl, that was another test (oh, whoa)
Vercetti want no vibes, came back like I never left (never left)
Writer: Cody Rounds, Danny Snodgrass, Jr., Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe, William Slayton Lambert
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
CAUTION
Said I'm already gone, yeah
Shawty, know what she done, yeah
If you 'bout to slide, slide with caution
Shawty hit me, said she need a ride to the function (yeah, yeah)
I can never do you wrong, never sorry (yeah)
Slid with the gang, we took your hoes from the party (hahaha, Nick, you're stupid)
Rose gold on my Patek with my new ride (new ride)
Foreigns in the garage, all my hoes say, "Hola" (yeah)
Rose gold on my Patek with my new ride (yeah)
She like to heat it up, I said, "Baby, cool, ah" (ah)
We don't got no room for that, ooh
I just made the room full of opportunities (yeah)
Gotta get in tune with my moods
I can show you who you're really were supposed to be, yeah (oh, oh)
Diamonds on my whip, diamonds on my baby (yeah)
And he talking, he get hit, yeah (yeah)
I move very shady and I do not give no shits, yeah (nah)
She wan' give me top, make her pay me for a lick
She gon' pay me like a trick, yeah
Made some real big choices, I'm the one who's gon' decide (ha)
They talkin' shit to me, that's why every song is a reply (ha)
Hermes with the Number (N)ine, I'm a fly don
You can't put your city on, how you put me on?
Told 'em I already won, I already won (won)
I won't wife a bitch 'til I'm thirty-one (one)
Told me that she wanted some, we already done (done)
See me in my zone, already gone, yeah (gone)
If you 'bout to slide, slide with caution (slide with caution)
Shawty hit me, said she need a ride to the function (ride to the function)
I can never do you wrong, never sorry (sorry)
Slid with the gang, we took your hoes from the party
Rose gold on my Patek with my new ride (new ride)
Foreigns in the garage, all my hoes say, "Hola" (yeah)
Rose gold on my Patek with my new ride (whoa)
She like to heat it up, I said, "Baby, cool, ah" (ah)
We don't got no room for that, ooh
I just made the room full of opportunities (yeah)
Gotta get in tune with my moods
I can show you who you're really were supposed to be, yeah
Shawty, know what she done, yeah
If you 'bout to slide, slide with caution
Shawty hit me, said she need a ride to the function (yeah, yeah)
I can never do you wrong, never sorry (yeah)
Slid with the gang, we took your hoes from the party (hahaha, Nick, you're stupid)
Rose gold on my Patek with my new ride (new ride)
Foreigns in the garage, all my hoes say, "Hola" (yeah)
Rose gold on my Patek with my new ride (yeah)
She like to heat it up, I said, "Baby, cool, ah" (ah)
We don't got no room for that, ooh
I just made the room full of opportunities (yeah)
Gotta get in tune with my moods
I can show you who you're really were supposed to be, yeah (oh, oh)
Diamonds on my whip, diamonds on my baby (yeah)
And he talking, he get hit, yeah (yeah)
I move very shady and I do not give no shits, yeah (nah)
She wan' give me top, make her pay me for a lick
She gon' pay me like a trick, yeah
Made some real big choices, I'm the one who's gon' decide (ha)
They talkin' shit to me, that's why every song is a reply (ha)
Hermes with the Number (N)ine, I'm a fly don
You can't put your city on, how you put me on?
Told 'em I already won, I already won (won)
I won't wife a bitch 'til I'm thirty-one (one)
Told me that she wanted some, we already done (done)
See me in my zone, already gone, yeah (gone)
If you 'bout to slide, slide with caution (slide with caution)
Shawty hit me, said she need a ride to the function (ride to the function)
I can never do you wrong, never sorry (sorry)
Slid with the gang, we took your hoes from the party
Rose gold on my Patek with my new ride (new ride)
Foreigns in the garage, all my hoes say, "Hola" (yeah)
Rose gold on my Patek with my new ride (whoa)
She like to heat it up, I said, "Baby, cool, ah" (ah)
We don't got no room for that, ooh
I just made the room full of opportunities (yeah)
Gotta get in tune with my moods
I can show you who you're really were supposed to be, yeah
Writer: Tyler Justin Sharpe, Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, Nicholas Mira
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
SEASIDE
It's one thing, I'ma get it my way, whoa
It's one thing, if I'ma get it, I'ma get it my way
(We love you, Tecca)
I want you to know if we gon' fall off (fall off)
Then everything we done, I cannot recall on (yeah, yeah)
She wanna know if we still on one
If I hang up this call, I swear I don't know none, yeah
And she bored in the meantime, that don't turn to me time
My life is a movie, but I still would never rewind
I said, "We gon' be fine," shawty, yeah, you decide
I left my spot and I just took her to the seaside
Slide up in that Rover (Rover), the night is over
Bitch, I'm feeling lucky, that's a four leaf clover (feelin' lucky)
She wanna toast some, then we can toast up (whoa)
Brodie got that chopper, he don't even need no poker (got that chopper)
I listen how you talk, I can see it that you fake
Way too goofy-ass, lame, I can't even conversate (don't wanna talk)
I just woke up to a check, yeah, every Friday (checks, checks)
It's one thing, if I'ma get it, I'ma get it my way, yeah (whoa)
I want you to know if we gon' fall off (fall off)
Then everything we done, I cannot recall on (yeah, yeah)
She wanna know if we still on one
If I hang up this call, I swear I don't know none, yeah
And she bored in the meantime, that don't turn to me time
My life is a movie, but I still would never rewind
I said, "We gon' be fine," shawty, yeah, you decide
I left my spot and I just took her to the seaside (yeah, yeah)
I left my woadie and I put my new bitch in a coat (coat)
I be on ocean side, rollin' up my antidote (yeah)
I be in all designer, walkin' like I run the show (show)
And you can keep the attitude, I'm on me time
Baby, I don't know what you wanna say (whoa, whoa)
And if you wanna ride, we can take the long way (whoa, whoa)
She never made her mind up, now it's too late (whoa, whoa)
And if you tryna find me, you know where I stay, ayy (whoa, whoa)
I want you to know if we gon' fall off (fall off)
Then everything we done, I cannot recall on (yeah, yeah)
She wanna know if we still on one
If I hang up this call, I swear I don't know none, yeah
And she bored in the meantime, that don't turn to me time
My life is a movie, but I still would never rewind
I said, "We gon' be fine," shawty, yeah, you decide
I left my spot and I just took her to the seaside
It's one thing, if I'ma get it, I'ma get it my way
(We love you, Tecca)
I want you to know if we gon' fall off (fall off)
Then everything we done, I cannot recall on (yeah, yeah)
She wanna know if we still on one
If I hang up this call, I swear I don't know none, yeah
And she bored in the meantime, that don't turn to me time
My life is a movie, but I still would never rewind
I said, "We gon' be fine," shawty, yeah, you decide
I left my spot and I just took her to the seaside
Slide up in that Rover (Rover), the night is over
Bitch, I'm feeling lucky, that's a four leaf clover (feelin' lucky)
She wanna toast some, then we can toast up (whoa)
Brodie got that chopper, he don't even need no poker (got that chopper)
I listen how you talk, I can see it that you fake
Way too goofy-ass, lame, I can't even conversate (don't wanna talk)
I just woke up to a check, yeah, every Friday (checks, checks)
It's one thing, if I'ma get it, I'ma get it my way, yeah (whoa)
I want you to know if we gon' fall off (fall off)
Then everything we done, I cannot recall on (yeah, yeah)
She wanna know if we still on one
If I hang up this call, I swear I don't know none, yeah
And she bored in the meantime, that don't turn to me time
My life is a movie, but I still would never rewind
I said, "We gon' be fine," shawty, yeah, you decide
I left my spot and I just took her to the seaside (yeah, yeah)
I left my woadie and I put my new bitch in a coat (coat)
I be on ocean side, rollin' up my antidote (yeah)
I be in all designer, walkin' like I run the show (show)
And you can keep the attitude, I'm on me time
Baby, I don't know what you wanna say (whoa, whoa)
And if you wanna ride, we can take the long way (whoa, whoa)
She never made her mind up, now it's too late (whoa, whoa)
And if you tryna find me, you know where I stay, ayy (whoa, whoa)
I want you to know if we gon' fall off (fall off)
Then everything we done, I cannot recall on (yeah, yeah)
She wanna know if we still on one
If I hang up this call, I swear I don't know none, yeah
And she bored in the meantime, that don't turn to me time
My life is a movie, but I still would never rewind
I said, "We gon' be fine," shawty, yeah, you decide
I left my spot and I just took her to the seaside
Writer: Cody H. Rounds, Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, Elias Iatrou, Michael Olmo, Noccolo Justin Short, Ryan Thomas Bevolo, Tyler Justin Sharpe
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
NO DISCUSSION
(Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid)
(We love you, Tecca)
Yeah, I been ridin' 'round with some real niggas (whoa, whoa)
Better not talk loud when you chill with us
I know she be off that loud 'cause I still feel it (still feel it)
It don't make no sense to lie 'cause they still get us
And no, I don't want a review up on the pack, I know it's bussin'
If I peeped that shawty frontin', might as well go f*ck her cousin
Clap, clap, clap for a bitch, you know it's bussin'
I walk up in the meet and need a hundred, no discussion
F*ck it, we just put it out there
Niggas say they want it, well, let's put it out there (yeah)
I heard she was a thot, so I'ma treat her like that (what?)
Ridin' in that 'Rari and you know it's all black
I just broke they necks when I walked in (yeah)
I don't really pop out but I'm poppin' (poppin')
Told 'em, "Turn that shit off because you not it" (let's go)
I had to take advantage of it 'cause I got it (yeah, I got it)
The longer you gon' wait, runnin' out of options (tick, tick, tick)
You just wanna party your life away (tock, tock, tock)
I just told my family I got this (got it, whoa)
Know we gon' be good and we all gon' be straight
Yeah, I been ridin' 'round with some real niggas (ridin' 'round)
Better not talk loud when you chill with us (chill with us)
I know she be off that loud 'cause I still feel it (shh)
It don't make no sense to lie 'cause they still get us
And no, I don't want a review up on the pack, I know it's bussin'
If I peeped that shawty frontin', might as well go f*ck her cousin
Clap, clap, clap for a bitch, you know it's bussin'
I walk up in the meet and need a hundred, no discussion
(We love you, Tecca)
Yeah, I been ridin' 'round with some real niggas (whoa, whoa)
Better not talk loud when you chill with us
I know she be off that loud 'cause I still feel it (still feel it)
It don't make no sense to lie 'cause they still get us
And no, I don't want a review up on the pack, I know it's bussin'
If I peeped that shawty frontin', might as well go f*ck her cousin
Clap, clap, clap for a bitch, you know it's bussin'
I walk up in the meet and need a hundred, no discussion
F*ck it, we just put it out there
Niggas say they want it, well, let's put it out there (yeah)
I heard she was a thot, so I'ma treat her like that (what?)
Ridin' in that 'Rari and you know it's all black
I just broke they necks when I walked in (yeah)
I don't really pop out but I'm poppin' (poppin')
Told 'em, "Turn that shit off because you not it" (let's go)
I had to take advantage of it 'cause I got it (yeah, I got it)
The longer you gon' wait, runnin' out of options (tick, tick, tick)
You just wanna party your life away (tock, tock, tock)
I just told my family I got this (got it, whoa)
Know we gon' be good and we all gon' be straight
Yeah, I been ridin' 'round with some real niggas (ridin' 'round)
Better not talk loud when you chill with us (chill with us)
I know she be off that loud 'cause I still feel it (shh)
It don't make no sense to lie 'cause they still get us
And no, I don't want a review up on the pack, I know it's bussin'
If I peeped that shawty frontin', might as well go f*ck her cousin
Clap, clap, clap for a bitch, you know it's bussin'
I walk up in the meet and need a hundred, no discussion
Writer: Tyler Justin Sharpe, Nicholas Mira, Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, John Luther
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
YOU DONT NEED ME NO MORE
(Keep that Paryo)
(We love you, Tecca)
I bet you hear me now (now), I don't need no sound (whoa)
Baby finna go down (yeah), we just been ridin' 'round downtown (yeah)
Everything might last (yeah), everything might get better (whoa)
Everything might pass (yeah)
Everything might go up for real (for real)
And I don't even talk on how I feel
She said, "You don't hit me no more," that's how I feel (yeah)
You could tell me what's wrong, yeah, I'ma stick by the code, yeah
You don't need me no more, no more, no more (no more)
Baby, you don't need me no more, no more, no more (no more)
Baby, you don't need me no more, no more, no more (no more)
Baby, you don't need me no more, no more, no more, yeah
We been steady on top, I can't love no thot
Everyday get guap (yeah), they wanna borrow my bop (yeah)
I been worryin' 'bout a vibe (vibe), you been worryin' 'bout a lot (lot)
But I got a lot on my mind (mind), and it's one thing you not on
Bad bitch like a popstar (yeah), real shooters, they gon' hop out the car
See them at when you on (let's go), kick back like a sawed-off
I know she a eater (what?) Shawty, she just want the reefer (what?)
Replying to all of my stories, she like, "Where you at? I got to see some"
I got to trap by my lonely, I know it's not forever (ever)
I know it's not forever (ever), I know it's not forever
I know I gotta do better, ain't none but an A-list (A-list)
I could do all the hashtags (yeah, yeah), but that shit just basic (go)
I bet you hear me now (now), I don't need no sound (whoa)
Baby finna go down (yeah), we just been ridin' 'round downtown (yeah)
Everything might last (yeah), everything might get better (whoa)
Everything might pass (yeah)
Everything might go up for real (for real)
And I don't even talk on how I feel
She said, "You don't hit me no more," that's how I feel (yeah)
You could tell me what's wrong, yeah, I'ma stick by the code, yeah
You don't need me no more, no more, no more
Baby, you don't need me no more, no more, no more
Baby, you don't need me no more, no more, no more
Baby, you don't need me no more, no more, no more, yeah
You don't need me no more
Baby, you don't need more no more, no more, no more
You don't need me no more
You don't need me no more, no more, no more
You don't need me no more, no more, no more
You don't need me no more
Green light, green light, go
Green light, green light, go
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh
No more (gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, trap)
(We love you, Tecca)
I bet you hear me now (now), I don't need no sound (whoa)
Baby finna go down (yeah), we just been ridin' 'round downtown (yeah)
Everything might last (yeah), everything might get better (whoa)
Everything might pass (yeah)
Everything might go up for real (for real)
And I don't even talk on how I feel
She said, "You don't hit me no more," that's how I feel (yeah)
You could tell me what's wrong, yeah, I'ma stick by the code, yeah
You don't need me no more, no more, no more (no more)
Baby, you don't need me no more, no more, no more (no more)
Baby, you don't need me no more, no more, no more (no more)
Baby, you don't need me no more, no more, no more, yeah
We been steady on top, I can't love no thot
Everyday get guap (yeah), they wanna borrow my bop (yeah)
I been worryin' 'bout a vibe (vibe), you been worryin' 'bout a lot (lot)
But I got a lot on my mind (mind), and it's one thing you not on
Bad bitch like a popstar (yeah), real shooters, they gon' hop out the car
See them at when you on (let's go), kick back like a sawed-off
I know she a eater (what?) Shawty, she just want the reefer (what?)
Replying to all of my stories, she like, "Where you at? I got to see some"
I got to trap by my lonely, I know it's not forever (ever)
I know it's not forever (ever), I know it's not forever
I know I gotta do better, ain't none but an A-list (A-list)
I could do all the hashtags (yeah, yeah), but that shit just basic (go)
I bet you hear me now (now), I don't need no sound (whoa)
Baby finna go down (yeah), we just been ridin' 'round downtown (yeah)
Everything might last (yeah), everything might get better (whoa)
Everything might pass (yeah)
Everything might go up for real (for real)
And I don't even talk on how I feel
She said, "You don't hit me no more," that's how I feel (yeah)
You could tell me what's wrong, yeah, I'ma stick by the code, yeah
You don't need me no more, no more, no more
Baby, you don't need me no more, no more, no more
Baby, you don't need me no more, no more, no more
Baby, you don't need me no more, no more, no more, yeah
You don't need me no more
Baby, you don't need more no more, no more, no more
You don't need me no more
You don't need me no more, no more, no more
You don't need me no more, no more, no more
You don't need me no more
Green light, green light, go
Green light, green light, go
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh
No more (gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, trap)
Writer: Tyler Justin Sharpe, Parker Young, Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
FEE
Gang, yeah
(We love you, tecca)
I ain't love no thot, yeah
Fell in love with the guap, whoa
Tryna make it to the top, glow
I ain't trippin', you ain't my ho
Got everything in front of me, yeah
I be who I really wanna be (oh, oh)
I see who I really wanna see (oh)
I don't like it, I could put a fee, yeah
I can't love no thot, no
Fell in love with the guap, whoa (what else?)
Tryna make it to the top, glow (what else?)
I ain't trippin', you ain't my ho (what else?)
I got everything in front of me
I be who I really wanna be (oh)
I see who I really wanna see (yeah)
I don't like it, I could put a fee, yeah (yeah)
Whoa, and she like it, yeah, that's my shit
If the whole gang up in the function, then it's bussin'
Askin' all these questions, yeah
I could tell that you don't really want it (want it)
Nigga, just keep it a hundred (hundred)
Lookin' right through you, I know that you bluffin'
Mask on, now the mask off (mask off)
Chopper make a nigga back off (back off)
Hatin'-ass niggas, yeah
He don't really want no static, nah
Shawty sayin' that she savvy, yeah
Give me a minute to catch up (catch up)
I'm steady wishin' the best luck (best luck)
Whole time, I really don't give no f*cks (no f*cks)
Really want it over, for real, yeah (for real)
Really want it over, for real, yeah (for real)
Everything, some more than the feeling (feel, feel)
Ain't nothin' that's more than my business (business)
I ain't love no thot, yeah
Fell in love with the guap, whoa
Tryna make it to the top, glow
I ain't trippin', you ain't my ho
I got everything in front of me, yeah
I be who I really want to be (oh, oh)
I see who I really wanna see (oh)
I don't like it, I could put a fee, yeah
I can't love no thot, no
Fell in love with the guap, whoa (what else?)
Tryna make it to the top, glow (what else?)
I ain't trippin', you ain't my ho (what else?)
I got everything in front of me
I be who I really want to be (oh)
I see who I really wanna see (yeah)
I don't like it, I could put a fee, yeah
(We love you, tecca)
I ain't love no thot, yeah
Fell in love with the guap, whoa
Tryna make it to the top, glow
I ain't trippin', you ain't my ho
Got everything in front of me, yeah
I be who I really wanna be (oh, oh)
I see who I really wanna see (oh)
I don't like it, I could put a fee, yeah
I can't love no thot, no
Fell in love with the guap, whoa (what else?)
Tryna make it to the top, glow (what else?)
I ain't trippin', you ain't my ho (what else?)
I got everything in front of me
I be who I really wanna be (oh)
I see who I really wanna see (yeah)
I don't like it, I could put a fee, yeah (yeah)
Whoa, and she like it, yeah, that's my shit
If the whole gang up in the function, then it's bussin'
Askin' all these questions, yeah
I could tell that you don't really want it (want it)
Nigga, just keep it a hundred (hundred)
Lookin' right through you, I know that you bluffin'
Mask on, now the mask off (mask off)
Chopper make a nigga back off (back off)
Hatin'-ass niggas, yeah
He don't really want no static, nah
Shawty sayin' that she savvy, yeah
Give me a minute to catch up (catch up)
I'm steady wishin' the best luck (best luck)
Whole time, I really don't give no f*cks (no f*cks)
Really want it over, for real, yeah (for real)
Really want it over, for real, yeah (for real)
Everything, some more than the feeling (feel, feel)
Ain't nothin' that's more than my business (business)
I ain't love no thot, yeah
Fell in love with the guap, whoa
Tryna make it to the top, glow
I ain't trippin', you ain't my ho
I got everything in front of me, yeah
I be who I really want to be (oh, oh)
I see who I really wanna see (oh)
I don't like it, I could put a fee, yeah
I can't love no thot, no
Fell in love with the guap, whoa (what else?)
Tryna make it to the top, glow (what else?)
I ain't trippin', you ain't my ho (what else?)
I got everything in front of me
I be who I really want to be (oh)
I see who I really wanna see (yeah)
I don't like it, I could put a fee, yeah
Writer: Tyler Justin Sharpe, Rio Leyva, John Luther, Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
CHOPPA SHOOT THE LOUDEST
Uh, ah (yeah)
Man, we ain't no booty call
(I'm not, babe) (damn, Ryder)
It's 3AM, what you, what you calling for?
Come on, man
Nah, I ain't no booty call, nigga, don't call me
I ain't no booty call, bitch
What?
Haha
Choppa shoot the loudest (loud)
Choppa shoot the loudest (loudest)
Choppa shoot the loudest (loud)
Choppa hit the target (loudest)
Choppa shoot the loudest (loud)
Choppa shoot the loudest (loudest)
Choppa shoot the loudest (loud)
Choppa hit the target (ooh)
Type of young nigga that's sliming you out (ooh, yeah)
Type of young nigga keep that in a drought (ha)
Only keep diamonds inside of my mouth, gang (yeah)
Type of young nigga keep sticks in the cut (ooh, yeah)
Type of young nigga send packages out (yeah, yeah)
Eatin' the dust when the boys pop out (ah)
(Yeah) yeah, I told my guys let's get it with no doubt (doubt)
I'm in a lambo' where foreigns pull out
Had to relocate, I just bought a house
She slide and I hit it, now she need a towel (yeah)
My baby, she bad, I go the extra mile (woah)
Don't hear what you sayin', bitch, I'm off the loud (loud)
And she do not want me 'cause I been around, yeah (around)
I got gas up in my pocket, I got gas up in the air
Trip' gon' send that boy to heaven, I'm gon' send that boy to hell (boy)
She just asked me how I'm doin', I told her, "I'm doin' well"
If you really thinkin' that you like that, told 'em to pull up and do it again
Do it again, yeah, told 'em to do it again, yeah
Said that I'm doin' her friend, do it again, yeah
Told her to do it again, yeah
Told her to do it again, yeah
Choppa shoot the loudest (loud)
Choppa shoot the loudest (loudest)
Choppa shoot the loudest (loud)
Choppa hit the target (loudest)
Choppa shoot the loudest (loud)
Choppa shoot the loudest (loudest)
Choppa shoot the loudest (loud)
Choppa hit the target (ooh)
Type of young nigga that's sliming you out (yeah)
Type of young nigga keep that in a drought (ha)
Only keep diamonds inside of my mouth, gang (yeah)
Type of young nigga keep sticks in the cut (ooh, yeah)
Type of young nigga send packages out (yeah, yeah)
Eatin' the dust when the boys pop out (ah)
Type of young nigga wipe out in a Lambo (Lambo)
Type of young nigga spent it all on ammo (ammo)
Type of young nigga with the all-black camo (camo)
Type of young nigga that changed on famo
Type of young nigga send fifty on Venmo
Type of young nigga that sits and scandals (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Type of young nigga wear Moncler sandals (yeah)
Type of young nigga back out where the sand be (damn, yeah)
And I got them tools like I'm handy
Type of young nigga got deals like Wendy's (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Type of young nigga tried copped some semi's
Type of young nigga took off on the enemy (skrrt, skrrt)
Like catch 'em, can't catch 'em (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
We catch 'em and stretch 'em (skrrt, skrrt)
When we pull up, you better strap up, you say you steppin' (gang)
I done grew up and seen all type of shit happen (bang, what you do?)
I just spent it all and gettin' Morgan, I'm captain (skudusku, okay, okay)
Where I'm from, the school don't call granny, ain't know I was absent (gang, granny)
Now I'm at the show, where I got white bitches flashin' (gang)
Heard he was talkin' crazy, so I am not dappin' him (bang, what you do?)
Told foenem, 20k when I see him, I'm smackin' him (skudusku, okay, okay)
We don't f*ck with opposites, bitch, we don't f*ck with antonyms (dududu)
Ride with a bunny rabbit made me feel like Eminem
Choppa shoot the loudest (loud)
Choppa shoot the loudest (loudest)
Choppa shoot the loudest (loud)
Choppa hit the target (loudest)
Choppa shoot the loudest (loud)
Choppa shoot the loudest (loudest)
Choppa shoot the loudest (loud)
Choppa hit the target (ooh)
Type of young nigga that's sliming you out (yeah)
Type of young nigga keep that in a drought (ha)
Only keep diamonds inside of my mouth, gang (yeah)
Type of young nigga keep sticks in the cut (ooh, yeah)
Type of young nigga send packages out (yeah, yeah)
Eatin' the dust when the boys pop out (ah)
Man, we ain't no booty call
(I'm not, babe) (damn, Ryder)
It's 3AM, what you, what you calling for?
Come on, man
Nah, I ain't no booty call, nigga, don't call me
I ain't no booty call, bitch
What?
Haha
Choppa shoot the loudest (loud)
Choppa shoot the loudest (loudest)
Choppa shoot the loudest (loud)
Choppa hit the target (loudest)
Choppa shoot the loudest (loud)
Choppa shoot the loudest (loudest)
Choppa shoot the loudest (loud)
Choppa hit the target (ooh)
Type of young nigga that's sliming you out (ooh, yeah)
Type of young nigga keep that in a drought (ha)
Only keep diamonds inside of my mouth, gang (yeah)
Type of young nigga keep sticks in the cut (ooh, yeah)
Type of young nigga send packages out (yeah, yeah)
Eatin' the dust when the boys pop out (ah)
(Yeah) yeah, I told my guys let's get it with no doubt (doubt)
I'm in a lambo' where foreigns pull out
Had to relocate, I just bought a house
She slide and I hit it, now she need a towel (yeah)
My baby, she bad, I go the extra mile (woah)
Don't hear what you sayin', bitch, I'm off the loud (loud)
And she do not want me 'cause I been around, yeah (around)
I got gas up in my pocket, I got gas up in the air
Trip' gon' send that boy to heaven, I'm gon' send that boy to hell (boy)
She just asked me how I'm doin', I told her, "I'm doin' well"
If you really thinkin' that you like that, told 'em to pull up and do it again
Do it again, yeah, told 'em to do it again, yeah
Said that I'm doin' her friend, do it again, yeah
Told her to do it again, yeah
Told her to do it again, yeah
Choppa shoot the loudest (loud)
Choppa shoot the loudest (loudest)
Choppa shoot the loudest (loud)
Choppa hit the target (loudest)
Choppa shoot the loudest (loud)
Choppa shoot the loudest (loudest)
Choppa shoot the loudest (loud)
Choppa hit the target (ooh)
Type of young nigga that's sliming you out (yeah)
Type of young nigga keep that in a drought (ha)
Only keep diamonds inside of my mouth, gang (yeah)
Type of young nigga keep sticks in the cut (ooh, yeah)
Type of young nigga send packages out (yeah, yeah)
Eatin' the dust when the boys pop out (ah)
Type of young nigga wipe out in a Lambo (Lambo)
Type of young nigga spent it all on ammo (ammo)
Type of young nigga with the all-black camo (camo)
Type of young nigga that changed on famo
Type of young nigga send fifty on Venmo
Type of young nigga that sits and scandals (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Type of young nigga wear Moncler sandals (yeah)
Type of young nigga back out where the sand be (damn, yeah)
And I got them tools like I'm handy
Type of young nigga got deals like Wendy's (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Type of young nigga tried copped some semi's
Type of young nigga took off on the enemy (skrrt, skrrt)
Like catch 'em, can't catch 'em (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
We catch 'em and stretch 'em (skrrt, skrrt)
When we pull up, you better strap up, you say you steppin' (gang)
I done grew up and seen all type of shit happen (bang, what you do?)
I just spent it all and gettin' Morgan, I'm captain (skudusku, okay, okay)
Where I'm from, the school don't call granny, ain't know I was absent (gang, granny)
Now I'm at the show, where I got white bitches flashin' (gang)
Heard he was talkin' crazy, so I am not dappin' him (bang, what you do?)
Told foenem, 20k when I see him, I'm smackin' him (skudusku, okay, okay)
We don't f*ck with opposites, bitch, we don't f*ck with antonyms (dududu)
Ride with a bunny rabbit made me feel like Eminem
Choppa shoot the loudest (loud)
Choppa shoot the loudest (loudest)
Choppa shoot the loudest (loud)
Choppa hit the target (loudest)
Choppa shoot the loudest (loud)
Choppa shoot the loudest (loudest)
Choppa shoot the loudest (loud)
Choppa hit the target (ooh)
Type of young nigga that's sliming you out (yeah)
Type of young nigga keep that in a drought (ha)
Only keep diamonds inside of my mouth, gang (yeah)
Type of young nigga keep sticks in the cut (ooh, yeah)
Type of young nigga send packages out (yeah, yeah)
Eatin' the dust when the boys pop out (ah)
Writer: Brody Fallon, Cody H. Rounds, Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, Dorien Robert Marchand Theus, Keith Cozart, Michael Lamar II White, Ryder Thornton Johnson, Tyler Justin Sharpe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
DID THAT
Can't switch up on me, seen everything changing (can't switch up on me)
And worry 'bout my change and you worry 'bout my gang (gang, gang)
My bitch fly too, I think that she my twin flame (twin flame)
I don't get used to it, know that everything gon' change (we love you, Tecca)
Outside with the gang, yeah (gang)
Feelin' like the NBA, yeah (NBA)
Shooters, they ready to spray, yeah (spray)
Trap money gon' rain, yeah (rain)
I been goin' M.I.A. yeah
Mama said, "Where you been at?"
"Make sure you doin' good"
I said, "Mama, I been did that"
Outside with the gang, yeah (gang)
Feelin' like the NBA, yeah (NBA)
Shooters, they ready to spray, yeah (spray)
Trap money gon' rain, yeah (rain)
I been goin' M.I.A. yeah
Mama said, "Where you been at?"
"Make sure you doin' good"
I said, "Mama, I been did that"
Nigga, I know that you vibin'
So don't even try to play yourself
You talkin' 'bout, "What are we?" Dive in
I said she'll really make up my health
Sensei to the left, that's me
All black, I just need the belt
When I talk, understand, capeesh
I just really want the green, the kelp
I got the wants, needs and the greed
Said that you hate me but I'm on your feed
Boy, you a B, told him I'm a G
That's probably the reason why she wanted me
I take off my glasses, even I can see it, yeah
I know my presence get you heated
Valentino by my step, I don't mean it
Everything so lame
Can't switch up on me, seen everything changing (can't switch up on me)
And worry 'bout my change and you worry 'bout my gang (gang, gang)
My bitch fly too, I think that she my twin flame (twin flame)
I don't get used to it, know that everything gon' change
Outside with the gang, yeah (gang)
Feelin' like the NBA, yeah (NBA)
Shooters, they ready to spray, yeah (spray)
Trap money gon' rain, yeah (rain)
I been goin' M.I.A. yeah
Mama said, "Where you been at?"
"Make sure you doin' good"
I said, "Mama, I been did that"
Outside with the gang, yeah (gang)
Feelin' like the NBA, yeah (NBA)
Shooters, they ready to spray, yeah (spray)
Trap money gon' rain, yeah (rain)
I been goin' M.I.A. yeah
Mama said, "Where you been at?"
"Make sure you doin' good"
I said, "Mama, I been did that"
(Yeah, I said, "Mama, I been did that")
(I been goin' M.I.A. yeah)
(I been goin' M.I.A. yeah)
("Make sure you doin' good")
(I said, "Mama, I been did that")
And worry 'bout my change and you worry 'bout my gang (gang, gang)
My bitch fly too, I think that she my twin flame (twin flame)
I don't get used to it, know that everything gon' change (we love you, Tecca)
Outside with the gang, yeah (gang)
Feelin' like the NBA, yeah (NBA)
Shooters, they ready to spray, yeah (spray)
Trap money gon' rain, yeah (rain)
I been goin' M.I.A. yeah
Mama said, "Where you been at?"
"Make sure you doin' good"
I said, "Mama, I been did that"
Outside with the gang, yeah (gang)
Feelin' like the NBA, yeah (NBA)
Shooters, they ready to spray, yeah (spray)
Trap money gon' rain, yeah (rain)
I been goin' M.I.A. yeah
Mama said, "Where you been at?"
"Make sure you doin' good"
I said, "Mama, I been did that"
Nigga, I know that you vibin'
So don't even try to play yourself
You talkin' 'bout, "What are we?" Dive in
I said she'll really make up my health
Sensei to the left, that's me
All black, I just need the belt
When I talk, understand, capeesh
I just really want the green, the kelp
I got the wants, needs and the greed
Said that you hate me but I'm on your feed
Boy, you a B, told him I'm a G
That's probably the reason why she wanted me
I take off my glasses, even I can see it, yeah
I know my presence get you heated
Valentino by my step, I don't mean it
Everything so lame
Can't switch up on me, seen everything changing (can't switch up on me)
And worry 'bout my change and you worry 'bout my gang (gang, gang)
My bitch fly too, I think that she my twin flame (twin flame)
I don't get used to it, know that everything gon' change
Outside with the gang, yeah (gang)
Feelin' like the NBA, yeah (NBA)
Shooters, they ready to spray, yeah (spray)
Trap money gon' rain, yeah (rain)
I been goin' M.I.A. yeah
Mama said, "Where you been at?"
"Make sure you doin' good"
I said, "Mama, I been did that"
Outside with the gang, yeah (gang)
Feelin' like the NBA, yeah (NBA)
Shooters, they ready to spray, yeah (spray)
Trap money gon' rain, yeah (rain)
I been goin' M.I.A. yeah
Mama said, "Where you been at?"
"Make sure you doin' good"
I said, "Mama, I been did that"
(Yeah, I said, "Mama, I been did that")
(I been goin' M.I.A. yeah)
(I been goin' M.I.A. yeah)
("Make sure you doin' good")
(I said, "Mama, I been did that")
Writer: Tyler Justin Sharpe, Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, Rio Leyva, Nico Baran
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
ABOUT YOU
Yeah, we be on this side, yeah, we be on this side
Yeah, yeah (hahaha, Nick, you're stupid)
Yeah, we be on this side, yeah, we be on this side
Yeah, yeah (we love you, Tecca)
We on this side (Internet Money, bitch), yeah, we be on this side
Yeah, we be on this side, yeah, we be on this side
How you get cropped out the picture?
Doin' shit you ain't ever seen, my nigga (yeah)
And she be off a bean, no filter
Tell me what I gotta do to get that mixture (whoa)
Everything seems so smooth, so cool
Know I'ma stay real but I don't know about you
Yeah, I don't know about you
If I go M.I.A. just know it's not about you
Bitches, they be flockin' to the left side
And all the birds, they be flockin' to the bread, right
If it don't work first, do it ten times
Before you see that green light, you see that red light
I could text them, yeah, I won't text send
And I won't love a thot, yeah, that's what Tec said
All these dollar bills, turn 'em to my best friend
If I send 'em shooters, let 'em know who sent them, yeah
Whoa, yeah, on the real, I really had to be real with you
Whoa, yeah, on the real, she don't even need no filter
How you get cropped out the picture?
Doin' shit you ain't ever seen, my nigga
And she be off a bean, no filter
Tell me what I gotta do to get that mixture (yeah, whoa)
Everything seems so smooth, so cool
Know I'ma stay real but I don't know about you
Yeah, I don't know about you
If I go M.I.A. just know it's not about you
In my penthouse, I been vibing on the west side (west side)
Always baked, it took a while to get my bread right
You might think she average but shawty my type (my type)
Her body started looking better 'cause the head right
I know I'm from the Six but I'm from the west end (west end)
But I can hit your girl and she gon' bring her best friend (let's go)
Tryna stay low-key, my boys be bringing packs in (oh)
I don't gotta front, they know I get the backend (yeah, whoa, yeah, yeah)
On the real, I just had to be real with you (yeah, whoa)
I just popped a bean and I'ma speak with no filter (whoa)
You ain't trust my vision, now you cropped out the picture
Paid for all your cases like I did that shit with you
I don't got no filter, I'm never comin' to get you (whoa)
If you just kept it real, I would be countin' up with you (kept it real)
I'm a one man army and I see hate on my radar
Ready for the smoke, I keep a AK for AR
Smokin' weed all day, I'm kicked up watchin' the playoffs
'Cause I'm still makin' money when I'm takin' a day off
How you get cropped out the picture?
Doin' shit you ain't ever seen, my nigga
And she be off a bean, no filter
Tell me what I gotta do to get that mixture (yeah, whoa)
Everything seems so smooth, so cool
Know I'ma stay real but I don't know about you
Yeah, I don't know about you
If I go M.I.A. just know it's not about you
How you get cropped out the picture?
Doin' shit you ain't ever seen, my nigga
And she be off a bean, no filter
Tell me what I gotta do to get that mixture (yeah, whoa)
Everything seemed so smooth, so cool
Know I'ma stay real but I don't know about you
Yeah, I don't know about you
If I go M.I.A. just know it's not about you
Yeah, yeah (hahaha, Nick, you're stupid)
Yeah, we be on this side, yeah, we be on this side
Yeah, yeah (we love you, Tecca)
We on this side (Internet Money, bitch), yeah, we be on this side
Yeah, we be on this side, yeah, we be on this side
How you get cropped out the picture?
Doin' shit you ain't ever seen, my nigga (yeah)
And she be off a bean, no filter
Tell me what I gotta do to get that mixture (whoa)
Everything seems so smooth, so cool
Know I'ma stay real but I don't know about you
Yeah, I don't know about you
If I go M.I.A. just know it's not about you
Bitches, they be flockin' to the left side
And all the birds, they be flockin' to the bread, right
If it don't work first, do it ten times
Before you see that green light, you see that red light
I could text them, yeah, I won't text send
And I won't love a thot, yeah, that's what Tec said
All these dollar bills, turn 'em to my best friend
If I send 'em shooters, let 'em know who sent them, yeah
Whoa, yeah, on the real, I really had to be real with you
Whoa, yeah, on the real, she don't even need no filter
How you get cropped out the picture?
Doin' shit you ain't ever seen, my nigga
And she be off a bean, no filter
Tell me what I gotta do to get that mixture (yeah, whoa)
Everything seems so smooth, so cool
Know I'ma stay real but I don't know about you
Yeah, I don't know about you
If I go M.I.A. just know it's not about you
In my penthouse, I been vibing on the west side (west side)
Always baked, it took a while to get my bread right
You might think she average but shawty my type (my type)
Her body started looking better 'cause the head right
I know I'm from the Six but I'm from the west end (west end)
But I can hit your girl and she gon' bring her best friend (let's go)
Tryna stay low-key, my boys be bringing packs in (oh)
I don't gotta front, they know I get the backend (yeah, whoa, yeah, yeah)
On the real, I just had to be real with you (yeah, whoa)
I just popped a bean and I'ma speak with no filter (whoa)
You ain't trust my vision, now you cropped out the picture
Paid for all your cases like I did that shit with you
I don't got no filter, I'm never comin' to get you (whoa)
If you just kept it real, I would be countin' up with you (kept it real)
I'm a one man army and I see hate on my radar
Ready for the smoke, I keep a AK for AR
Smokin' weed all day, I'm kicked up watchin' the playoffs
'Cause I'm still makin' money when I'm takin' a day off
How you get cropped out the picture?
Doin' shit you ain't ever seen, my nigga
And she be off a bean, no filter
Tell me what I gotta do to get that mixture (yeah, whoa)
Everything seems so smooth, so cool
Know I'ma stay real but I don't know about you
Yeah, I don't know about you
If I go M.I.A. just know it's not about you
How you get cropped out the picture?
Doin' shit you ain't ever seen, my nigga
And she be off a bean, no filter
Tell me what I gotta do to get that mixture (yeah, whoa)
Everything seemed so smooth, so cool
Know I'ma stay real but I don't know about you
Yeah, I don't know about you
If I go M.I.A. just know it's not about you
Writer: Danny Lee Snodgrass Jr., Navraj Goraya, Nicholas Mira, Tyler Justin Sharpe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
LOT OF ME
Yeah, yeah
Everything still cool, being me, I can't lose
I know you getting confused, they like, "How you do it so smooth?"
Gotta stay in tune, with your love, I can't lose
Say nine, say ten, make sure you gon' lose, yeah (we love you, Tecca)
I can see you wanna vibe with me
Just say you wan' vibe with me
Feelin' like I won the lottery
You getting a lot of me
Probably why you callin' me
Is that why you callin' me?
Feelin' like I won the lottery
You getting a lot of me
I can see you wanna vibe with me
Just say you wan' vibe with me
Feelin' like I won the lottery
You getting a lot of me
Probably why you callin' me
Is that why you callin' me?
Feelin' like I won the lottery
You gettin' a lot of me
Mixin' different shades up, ballin' like the fall
Trap money, real money, yeah, I want it all
I just take my best feelings, put it in a song
I know I was right, I know you was wrong
Yeah, I got a vision, let it capture in 4K
We forever young, you won't see me in old age
I'ma do what I want right now, I can't wait 'til it's too late
Everywhere up in the world right now, ten bands in the suitcase
Everything still cool, being me, I can't lose
I know you getting confused, they like, "How you do it so smooth?"
Gotta stay in tune, with your love, I can't lose
Say nine, say ten, make sure you gon' lose, yeah
I can see you wanna vibe with me
Just say you wan' vibe with me
Feelin' like I won the lottery
You getting a lot of me
Probably why you callin' me
Is that why you callin' me?
Feelin' like I won the lottery
You getting a lot of me
I can see you wanna vibe with me
Just say you wan' vibe with me
Feelin' like I won the lottery
You getting a lot of me
Probably why you callin' me
Is that why you callin' me?
Feelin' like I won the lottery
You getting a lot of me
Everything still cool, being me, I can't lose
I know you getting confused, they like, "How you do it so smooth?"
Gotta stay in tune, with your love, I can't lose
Say nine, say ten, make sure you gon' lose, yeah (we love you, Tecca)
I can see you wanna vibe with me
Just say you wan' vibe with me
Feelin' like I won the lottery
You getting a lot of me
Probably why you callin' me
Is that why you callin' me?
Feelin' like I won the lottery
You getting a lot of me
I can see you wanna vibe with me
Just say you wan' vibe with me
Feelin' like I won the lottery
You getting a lot of me
Probably why you callin' me
Is that why you callin' me?
Feelin' like I won the lottery
You gettin' a lot of me
Mixin' different shades up, ballin' like the fall
Trap money, real money, yeah, I want it all
I just take my best feelings, put it in a song
I know I was right, I know you was wrong
Yeah, I got a vision, let it capture in 4K
We forever young, you won't see me in old age
I'ma do what I want right now, I can't wait 'til it's too late
Everywhere up in the world right now, ten bands in the suitcase
Everything still cool, being me, I can't lose
I know you getting confused, they like, "How you do it so smooth?"
Gotta stay in tune, with your love, I can't lose
Say nine, say ten, make sure you gon' lose, yeah
I can see you wanna vibe with me
Just say you wan' vibe with me
Feelin' like I won the lottery
You getting a lot of me
Probably why you callin' me
Is that why you callin' me?
Feelin' like I won the lottery
You getting a lot of me
I can see you wanna vibe with me
Just say you wan' vibe with me
Feelin' like I won the lottery
You getting a lot of me
Probably why you callin' me
Is that why you callin' me?
Feelin' like I won the lottery
You getting a lot of me
Writer: Danny Lee Snodgrass Jr., George Thomas Harrison, Rio Francesco Leyva, Tyler Justin Sharpe, William Pugh
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
INVESTIGATION
Yeah
(Damn, Spaceman, you outta here)
(Census, what you cookin'?) (We love you, Tecca)
Yeah, no operation, no conversation
Shades just came in, I can't see no hatin'
Like it's Darth Vader, I cannot save her
I can upgrade her like it's Darth Vader
Still levitatin', oh, so lame shit
Waitin' on my time now, still movin' patient
Want it, got it, chase it, they know I ain't playin'
I'ma talk my shit now, they know what I'm sayin'
I've been driven, I ain't motivated, do this, yeah, I'm cultivated
We gon' do this coordinated, we gon' drop some racks in Vegas
Motivation overrated, I got my mind open-gated
I can't even stop a nigga dealin' with emotions daily
With the gang, posted up, got some gas, got some Runtz
Take a flick, crop it up, get that pack, chop it up
Everything, not enough, what you got? Not enough
We can go anywhere that we want like it's nothin'
I ain't gon' stress if it's out of my control, yeah
It's a lot of things that you wouldn't even know, yeah
I could upgrade her, I could up and go, yeah
Like it's Darth Vader, I put my shades on, yeah
Yeah, no operation, no conversation
Shades just came in, I can't see no hatin'
Like it's Darth Vader, I cannot save her
I can upgrade her like it's Darth Vader
Still levitatin', oh, so lame shit
Waitin' on my time now, still movin' patient
Want it, got it, chase it, they know I ain't playin'
I'ma talk my shit now, they know what I'm sayin'
(Damn, Spaceman, you outta here)
(Census, what you cookin'?) (We love you, Tecca)
Yeah, no operation, no conversation
Shades just came in, I can't see no hatin'
Like it's Darth Vader, I cannot save her
I can upgrade her like it's Darth Vader
Still levitatin', oh, so lame shit
Waitin' on my time now, still movin' patient
Want it, got it, chase it, they know I ain't playin'
I'ma talk my shit now, they know what I'm sayin'
I've been driven, I ain't motivated, do this, yeah, I'm cultivated
We gon' do this coordinated, we gon' drop some racks in Vegas
Motivation overrated, I got my mind open-gated
I can't even stop a nigga dealin' with emotions daily
With the gang, posted up, got some gas, got some Runtz
Take a flick, crop it up, get that pack, chop it up
Everything, not enough, what you got? Not enough
We can go anywhere that we want like it's nothin'
I ain't gon' stress if it's out of my control, yeah
It's a lot of things that you wouldn't even know, yeah
I could upgrade her, I could up and go, yeah
Like it's Darth Vader, I put my shades on, yeah
Yeah, no operation, no conversation
Shades just came in, I can't see no hatin'
Like it's Darth Vader, I cannot save her
I can upgrade her like it's Darth Vader
Still levitatin', oh, so lame shit
Waitin' on my time now, still movin' patient
Want it, got it, chase it, they know I ain't playin'
I'ma talk my shit now, they know what I'm sayin'
Writer: Tyler Justin Sharpe, Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, Parker Young, Mike Romito, Campbell Rolston-Clemmer
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
YOU GOTTA DO BETTER
My nigga Paryo and shit
(Keep that, Paryo)
(Yeah)
Baby, I'm trippin', I can't even get up (let's go)
Hold up, put the pieces back together (yeah)
I'm on my doly, countin' up the cheddar (uh-huh)
This could be a real thing if I let her (whoa, whoa)
I know that there's nothing that could last forever (yeah)
Ain't worry 'bout her nigga, then I'ma head up (yeah)
You gotta go do better, yeah (yeah)
I still gotta flex up
I know bitches, they do extra
She wanna f*ck if I let her (whoa)
Shawty trippin' when we met her, yeah
To settle down, you gotta settle, yeah
Bitch, I push you to the metal, uh
Fell in love with the money, not you
Baby, don't think you'll let it go (let it go)
I told her, "Let it go"
She know I got other hoes
She know I got other thots
I pass 'em to the bros (yeah)
Everyone think they different
one thing they didn't know
My bitch said I'm the shit
I said, "Let's have a toast"
Baby, I'm trippin', I can't even get up
Hold up, put the pieces back together
I'm on my doly, countin' up the cheddar
This could be a real thing if I let her (whoa)
I know that there's nothing that could last forever
Ain't worry 'bout her nigga, then I'ma head up
You gotta go do better, yeah
Baby, I'm trippin', I can't even get up (whoa)
Hold up, put the pieces back together (yeah)
I'm on my doly, countin' up the cheddar
This could be a real thing if I let her (whoa)
I know that there's nothing that could last forever (yeah)
Ain't worry 'bout her nigga, then I'ma head up (what else?)
You gotta go do better, yeah (oh yeah)
(Keep that, Paryo)
(Yeah)
Baby, I'm trippin', I can't even get up (let's go)
Hold up, put the pieces back together (yeah)
I'm on my doly, countin' up the cheddar (uh-huh)
This could be a real thing if I let her (whoa, whoa)
I know that there's nothing that could last forever (yeah)
Ain't worry 'bout her nigga, then I'ma head up (yeah)
You gotta go do better, yeah (yeah)
I still gotta flex up
I know bitches, they do extra
She wanna f*ck if I let her (whoa)
Shawty trippin' when we met her, yeah
To settle down, you gotta settle, yeah
Bitch, I push you to the metal, uh
Fell in love with the money, not you
Baby, don't think you'll let it go (let it go)
I told her, "Let it go"
She know I got other hoes
She know I got other thots
I pass 'em to the bros (yeah)
Everyone think they different
one thing they didn't know
My bitch said I'm the shit
I said, "Let's have a toast"
Baby, I'm trippin', I can't even get up
Hold up, put the pieces back together
I'm on my doly, countin' up the cheddar
This could be a real thing if I let her (whoa)
I know that there's nothing that could last forever
Ain't worry 'bout her nigga, then I'ma head up
You gotta go do better, yeah
Baby, I'm trippin', I can't even get up (whoa)
Hold up, put the pieces back together (yeah)
I'm on my doly, countin' up the cheddar
This could be a real thing if I let her (whoa)
I know that there's nothing that could last forever (yeah)
Ain't worry 'bout her nigga, then I'ma head up (what else?)
You gotta go do better, yeah (oh yeah)
Writer: Tyler Justin Sharpe, Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, Parker Young
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
BANK TELLER
(Perfect)
Uh
Uh (oh-oh, oh)
Oh, yeah (oh-oh, oh)
Ah (oh-oh, oh)
Yeah (oh)
(We love you, Tecca)
I know we on one, in the bank-teller (whoa), my bitch a bank-teller
This shit get realer, better keep some real niggas (yeah)
I been just thinking, my life cannot get bigger (bigger)
Bitches getting badder, I'm a real life winner
I be doing anything to make me a lil' money (a lil' money)
Came from off the porch, now I take trips out the country (bye-bye)
Niggas think they stuntin', but we really one of them ones (one of them ones)
Big bank take lil' bank, I put my life on my funds (what you say? Hey)
I just called Lil Boat, I said, "We gotta run that shit up now" (it's us)
I hit it one time then I say she gotta get up now (can't f*ck)
They didn't pick up when I called, but guess who they be calling now? (On my line)
Yeah, they used to hate, but f*ck it, nigga, 'cause we balling now (shoot)
I just want some tat, she pull her pants down, so I'm stallin' now
I just made six figures off of StockX, that's my calling now
Paid a thousand for this cut, I need it even all around
I seen this shit go up for you, baby, now it's fallin' down (on god)
Told that bitch I be runnin' my check up
Makin' money, investin' in Tesla (Tesla)
I don't hear it, lil' bitch, oh, you said somethin'?
Oh, you don't got a strap? Better get one
They say, "Tecca, it's you I'ma bet on"
Bet on the gang 'cause he gon' put the set on
Pullin' up, fishbowl, two-seater with three hoes
I know we on one, in the bank-teller, my bitch a bank-teller
This shit get realer, better keep some real niggas
I been just thinking, my life cannot get bigger
Bitches getting badder, I'm a real life winner
I be doing anything to make me a lil' money
Came from off the porch, now I take trips out the country
Niggas think they stuntin', but we really one of them ones
Big bank take lil' bank, I put my life on my funds
Two lil' black boys gettin' rich (rich), quarter million on the wrist (ooh)
I can speak for Lil Tecca when I say his momma happy as shit (you right)
I can speak for Lil Tecca when I say his homeboys got a stick (you right)
We just hop in that Masi', put some forgi's on them shits (skrrt)
I can make one call and hear that skrrt sound (skrrt, skrrt)
We gon' clear the scene if there's some birds 'round (chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp)
Oh, that was your bitch, then why she flirtin' now?
Shake my head, right now, I feel like Sosa 'cause I earned it now
That's just what I heard around (yeah)
What they sayin'? What they said? What they talkin' 'bout?
Canary yellow diamonds look like Waffle House
Air force 1's, Timberland just to stomp 'em out
Canary diamonds on my wrist look like Waffle House
I know we on one, in the bank-teller, my bitch a bank-teller
This shit get realer, better keep some real niggas (wow)
I been just thinking, my life cannot get bigger
Bitches getting badder, I'm a real life winner
I be doing anything to make me a lil' money
Came from off the porch, now I take trips out the country
Niggas think they stuntin', but we really one of them ones
Big bank take lil' bank, I put my life on my funds
Two lil' black boys gettin' rich
That's hard
On God
Uh
Uh (oh-oh, oh)
Oh, yeah (oh-oh, oh)
Ah (oh-oh, oh)
Yeah (oh)
(We love you, Tecca)
I know we on one, in the bank-teller (whoa), my bitch a bank-teller
This shit get realer, better keep some real niggas (yeah)
I been just thinking, my life cannot get bigger (bigger)
Bitches getting badder, I'm a real life winner
I be doing anything to make me a lil' money (a lil' money)
Came from off the porch, now I take trips out the country (bye-bye)
Niggas think they stuntin', but we really one of them ones (one of them ones)
Big bank take lil' bank, I put my life on my funds (what you say? Hey)
I just called Lil Boat, I said, "We gotta run that shit up now" (it's us)
I hit it one time then I say she gotta get up now (can't f*ck)
They didn't pick up when I called, but guess who they be calling now? (On my line)
Yeah, they used to hate, but f*ck it, nigga, 'cause we balling now (shoot)
I just want some tat, she pull her pants down, so I'm stallin' now
I just made six figures off of StockX, that's my calling now
Paid a thousand for this cut, I need it even all around
I seen this shit go up for you, baby, now it's fallin' down (on god)
Told that bitch I be runnin' my check up
Makin' money, investin' in Tesla (Tesla)
I don't hear it, lil' bitch, oh, you said somethin'?
Oh, you don't got a strap? Better get one
They say, "Tecca, it's you I'ma bet on"
Bet on the gang 'cause he gon' put the set on
Pullin' up, fishbowl, two-seater with three hoes
I know we on one, in the bank-teller, my bitch a bank-teller
This shit get realer, better keep some real niggas
I been just thinking, my life cannot get bigger
Bitches getting badder, I'm a real life winner
I be doing anything to make me a lil' money
Came from off the porch, now I take trips out the country
Niggas think they stuntin', but we really one of them ones
Big bank take lil' bank, I put my life on my funds
Two lil' black boys gettin' rich (rich), quarter million on the wrist (ooh)
I can speak for Lil Tecca when I say his momma happy as shit (you right)
I can speak for Lil Tecca when I say his homeboys got a stick (you right)
We just hop in that Masi', put some forgi's on them shits (skrrt)
I can make one call and hear that skrrt sound (skrrt, skrrt)
We gon' clear the scene if there's some birds 'round (chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp)
Oh, that was your bitch, then why she flirtin' now?
Shake my head, right now, I feel like Sosa 'cause I earned it now
That's just what I heard around (yeah)
What they sayin'? What they said? What they talkin' 'bout?
Canary yellow diamonds look like Waffle House
Air force 1's, Timberland just to stomp 'em out
Canary diamonds on my wrist look like Waffle House
I know we on one, in the bank-teller, my bitch a bank-teller
This shit get realer, better keep some real niggas (wow)
I been just thinking, my life cannot get bigger
Bitches getting badder, I'm a real life winner
I be doing anything to make me a lil' money
Came from off the porch, now I take trips out the country
Niggas think they stuntin', but we really one of them ones
Big bank take lil' bank, I put my life on my funds
Two lil' black boys gettin' rich
That's hard
On God
Writer: Tyler Justin Sharpe, Miles Parks McCollum, Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, Nathan Scott, Cody Rounds, Parker Young
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
NADA
I've been with them choppas, call 'em
I just call my gang, we in the paint like Waka Flocka
And if I call my bitch, she want nada, nada
Want the money and respect, in that order
Let's get it, and the bands on me, let's get it
And your bitch on me, I get it, yeah
Racks gon' come wherever, baby, why you in my business?
And it's too much for the feelings
I ain't doin' none just to fit in, rather be me than regret it (yeah)
Too much thots all in my head (yeah), I don't wan' regret them
And I'm steady fightin' demons like the devil sent them
Ain't shit gon' bring me down, only if I let them
But I give 'em respect 'cause at least I met them, yeah
Oh, that bitch you think you had, yeah, we been knew it, yeah
Tecca, bitch, I been on the map, I got to get to it, yeah
And when you keep them tricks all up your sleeve, no, you can't lose it, yeah
Please do not be stupid, you know me, you know I do this, damn
Niggas, they waiting on me, they tryna be G, no, I can't waste my time
Anyone turn on me and we gon' see so, god better save our bond
Not gon' lie, if I wasn't me, I would talk 'bout Tec, 'cause he sound so fire
Know you gon' believe me (what?) Say what I want, 'cause you live and lie
And you live and learn, and you live and learn
She my bitch, on a pending turn, on a pending turn
She got that Cali burn, yeah, but I will not marry her
She on a pending turn, the money gon' make it certain (yeah), yeah
I've been with them choppas, call 'em
I just call my gang, we in the paint like Waka Flocka
And if I call my bitch, she want nada, nada
Want the money and respect, in that order
Let's get it, and the bands on me, let's get it
And your bitch on me, I get it, yeah
Racks gon' come wherever, baby, why you in my business?
And it's too much for the feelings
I ain't doin' none just to fit in, rather be me than regret it (yeah)
Too much thots all in my head (yeah), I don't wan' regret them
And I'm steady fightin' demons like the devil sent them
Ain't shit gon' bring me down, only if I let them
But I give 'em respect 'cause at least I met them, yeah
I just call my gang, we in the paint like Waka Flocka
And if I call my bitch, she want nada, nada
Want the money and respect, in that order
Let's get it, and the bands on me, let's get it
And your bitch on me, I get it, yeah
Racks gon' come wherever, baby, why you in my business?
And it's too much for the feelings
I ain't doin' none just to fit in, rather be me than regret it (yeah)
Too much thots all in my head (yeah), I don't wan' regret them
And I'm steady fightin' demons like the devil sent them
Ain't shit gon' bring me down, only if I let them
But I give 'em respect 'cause at least I met them, yeah
Oh, that bitch you think you had, yeah, we been knew it, yeah
Tecca, bitch, I been on the map, I got to get to it, yeah
And when you keep them tricks all up your sleeve, no, you can't lose it, yeah
Please do not be stupid, you know me, you know I do this, damn
Niggas, they waiting on me, they tryna be G, no, I can't waste my time
Anyone turn on me and we gon' see so, god better save our bond
Not gon' lie, if I wasn't me, I would talk 'bout Tec, 'cause he sound so fire
Know you gon' believe me (what?) Say what I want, 'cause you live and lie
And you live and learn, and you live and learn
She my bitch, on a pending turn, on a pending turn
She got that Cali burn, yeah, but I will not marry her
She on a pending turn, the money gon' make it certain (yeah), yeah
I've been with them choppas, call 'em
I just call my gang, we in the paint like Waka Flocka
And if I call my bitch, she want nada, nada
Want the money and respect, in that order
Let's get it, and the bands on me, let's get it
And your bitch on me, I get it, yeah
Racks gon' come wherever, baby, why you in my business?
And it's too much for the feelings
I ain't doin' none just to fit in, rather be me than regret it (yeah)
Too much thots all in my head (yeah), I don't wan' regret them
And I'm steady fightin' demons like the devil sent them
Ain't shit gon' bring me down, only if I let them
But I give 'em respect 'cause at least I met them, yeah
Writer: Tyler Justin Sharpe, Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, y2tnb, Bryce Frizzell, Rio Leyva
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
MY SIDE
Move that like a don, yeah, oh yeah
Ayy, my side on me
Keep my blue by my side and my green by my side
(Perfect) yeah, (we love you, Tecca)
I, I really can't tell the difference
Between a shawty and a mistress (oh, oh)
She be all up in my business
I ain't cocky, baby, I been this (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, we could put 'em on the hit-list (yeah, yeah)
Tryna run with the sauce I invented
We could put 'em on the hit-list
We could put 'em on the hit-list
Got my team by my side, team by my side
Pull up, ayy, movin' out of line, get done up, yeah
Gotta keep my blue by my side and my green by my side
You wan' run up, might f*ck around and get done up, yeah, oh yeah
They see me, I don't say nothin' (nothin'), all a sudden it's applausin' (yeah)
You know I'ma be unbothered, 'cause I know that they be talkin'
Smokin' dope with my amigos (migo), I ain't talkin' 'bout no Offset (off)
I grew up and get the Air One (yeah), nigga, you can get the ball bag (oh)
Choices that you made in high school, that shit put you so off-track (track)
When I'm talkin' to my shawty, yeah, she know better not to talk back
But I'ma make sure that I'm good (good), we never gon' be understood ('stood)
And I'ma make sure that I would, just tryna get you 'cause I should (should)
I, I really can't tell the difference (yeah)
Between a shawty and a mistress
She be all up in my business
I ain't cocky, baby, I been this
Yeah, we could put 'em on the hit-list
Tryna run with the sauce I invented
We could put 'em on the hit-list
We could put 'em on the hit-list
Got my team by my side, team by my side
Pull up, ayy, movin' out of line, get done up, yeah
Gotta keep my blue by my side and my green by my side
You wan' run up, might f*ck around and get done up, yeah, oh yeah
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), oh yeah
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), oh yeah
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), oh yeah
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), oh yeah
Ayy, my side on me
Keep my blue by my side and my green by my side
(Perfect) yeah, (we love you, Tecca)
I, I really can't tell the difference
Between a shawty and a mistress (oh, oh)
She be all up in my business
I ain't cocky, baby, I been this (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, we could put 'em on the hit-list (yeah, yeah)
Tryna run with the sauce I invented
We could put 'em on the hit-list
We could put 'em on the hit-list
Got my team by my side, team by my side
Pull up, ayy, movin' out of line, get done up, yeah
Gotta keep my blue by my side and my green by my side
You wan' run up, might f*ck around and get done up, yeah, oh yeah
They see me, I don't say nothin' (nothin'), all a sudden it's applausin' (yeah)
You know I'ma be unbothered, 'cause I know that they be talkin'
Smokin' dope with my amigos (migo), I ain't talkin' 'bout no Offset (off)
I grew up and get the Air One (yeah), nigga, you can get the ball bag (oh)
Choices that you made in high school, that shit put you so off-track (track)
When I'm talkin' to my shawty, yeah, she know better not to talk back
But I'ma make sure that I'm good (good), we never gon' be understood ('stood)
And I'ma make sure that I would, just tryna get you 'cause I should (should)
I, I really can't tell the difference (yeah)
Between a shawty and a mistress
She be all up in my business
I ain't cocky, baby, I been this
Yeah, we could put 'em on the hit-list
Tryna run with the sauce I invented
We could put 'em on the hit-list
We could put 'em on the hit-list
Got my team by my side, team by my side
Pull up, ayy, movin' out of line, get done up, yeah
Gotta keep my blue by my side and my green by my side
You wan' run up, might f*ck around and get done up, yeah, oh yeah
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), oh yeah
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), oh yeah
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), oh yeah
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), oh yeah
Writer: Tyler Justin Sharpe, Niccolo Short, Harry Mathews, Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, Cody Rounds
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
WHATEVER
(We love you, Tecca)
(Aro)
Yeah, yeah
We did all that shit, it's whatever (oh-oh)
We did all that shit, it's whatever (oh-oh)
We did all that shit, it's whatever (oh-oh)
We did all that shit, it's whatever (oh-oh)
I'm droppin' that ho, I do better
Ain't trustin' these hoes, that's a setup
Lil' ho, Lil Tecca, hey
I know she cannot do better
You flexin' that shit on the 'Gram
I swear to God, that shit so regular
We did all that shit, it's whatever
We did all that shit, it's whatever
We did all that shit, it's whatever
We did all that shit, it's whatever
Told a ho don't talk to me, not who you supposed to be, yeah
I can't get all of you, you can't get all of me, yeah
I just call up Prod, yeah, pull up overseas, yeah
Everytime gang slide, yeah, new opp found deceased
She said she wan' f*ck but I can't hit her back
These hoes, they be watching, I ain't finna slack
Pull up to the mansion in the cul-de-sac
Pull up on this baddie, I'm like, "Where you at?"
You throwin' them subs, you forgot to at
Niggas on the web, why they tryna chat?
I ball on the court and you count all my stats
I remember them days, I wasn't tryna rap
Yeah, let's go
I had to tax a nigga because I want some more
Told her, "You already know"
Had to take her to the crib and I just let it go
How you get caught in 4k?
How you get caught in 4k? Boy, you on video
I thought my life was a dream
Life bein' just what it seems
Where I'ma go now? Yeah (go now), when I go
Where she gon' go now? Yeah (go now), when I go
Where you gon' go now? Yeah (let's go), when I go (go)
Where she gon' go now? Yeah (let's go), when I go (go, go, go)
Yeah, yeah
We did all that shit, it's whatever (oh-oh)
We did all that shit, it's whatever (oh-oh)
We did all that shit, it's whatever (oh-oh)
We did all that shit, it's whatever (oh-oh)
I'm droppin' that ho, I do better
Ain't trustin' these hoes, that's a setup
Lil' ho, Lil Tecca, hey
I know she cannot do better
You flexin' that shit on the 'Gram
I swear to God, that shit so regular
We did all that shit, it's whatever
We did all that shit, it's whatever
We did all that shit, it's whatever
We did all that shit, it's whatever
We did all that shit, it's whatever
We did all that shit, it's whatever
(Aro)
Yeah, yeah
We did all that shit, it's whatever (oh-oh)
We did all that shit, it's whatever (oh-oh)
We did all that shit, it's whatever (oh-oh)
We did all that shit, it's whatever (oh-oh)
I'm droppin' that ho, I do better
Ain't trustin' these hoes, that's a setup
Lil' ho, Lil Tecca, hey
I know she cannot do better
You flexin' that shit on the 'Gram
I swear to God, that shit so regular
We did all that shit, it's whatever
We did all that shit, it's whatever
We did all that shit, it's whatever
We did all that shit, it's whatever
Told a ho don't talk to me, not who you supposed to be, yeah
I can't get all of you, you can't get all of me, yeah
I just call up Prod, yeah, pull up overseas, yeah
Everytime gang slide, yeah, new opp found deceased
She said she wan' f*ck but I can't hit her back
These hoes, they be watching, I ain't finna slack
Pull up to the mansion in the cul-de-sac
Pull up on this baddie, I'm like, "Where you at?"
You throwin' them subs, you forgot to at
Niggas on the web, why they tryna chat?
I ball on the court and you count all my stats
I remember them days, I wasn't tryna rap
Yeah, let's go
I had to tax a nigga because I want some more
Told her, "You already know"
Had to take her to the crib and I just let it go
How you get caught in 4k?
How you get caught in 4k? Boy, you on video
I thought my life was a dream
Life bein' just what it seems
Where I'ma go now? Yeah (go now), when I go
Where she gon' go now? Yeah (go now), when I go
Where you gon' go now? Yeah (let's go), when I go (go)
Where she gon' go now? Yeah (let's go), when I go (go, go, go)
Yeah, yeah
We did all that shit, it's whatever (oh-oh)
We did all that shit, it's whatever (oh-oh)
We did all that shit, it's whatever (oh-oh)
We did all that shit, it's whatever (oh-oh)
I'm droppin' that ho, I do better
Ain't trustin' these hoes, that's a setup
Lil' ho, Lil Tecca, hey
I know she cannot do better
You flexin' that shit on the 'Gram
I swear to God, that shit so regular
We did all that shit, it's whatever
We did all that shit, it's whatever
We did all that shit, it's whatever
We did all that shit, it's whatever
We did all that shit, it's whatever
We did all that shit, it's whatever
Writer: Tyler Justin Sharpe, Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, AroBeats
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
SHOOTERS
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
(Keep that, Paryo)
(We love you, Tecca)
Shooters, no talkin'
You want it? Then bargain
I got some racks all on my noggin
You talkin' hot, aim at your noggin
Said that I'm back, it's trouble (yeah)
I cannot slack (yeah), if you want to (yeah)
I cannot nap, if you want to (whoa)
I cannot lack (whoa), your bro do (whoa)
Whoa (whoa), these niggas, they stealin' the drip (drip)
I drop a lil' bag on my fit (fit)
I get in my bag, make a hit (hit)
Whoa (whoa), you worried 'bout me, you a bitch (yeah)
All of that gossip lame as shit (shit now)
They must be sayin' how Tecca don't miss (don't miss now)
So nonsense (so nonsense), on offense, no, you can't phase me
Goin' so fast, skrtin' off the scene, feelin' like a nigga can't chase me
That's your shawty? Then why she call me baby?
Got the sauce, you can't find it at Macy's
I could play all positions, bitch, I feel like I'm KD
Got a Glock and it don't got a safety
Thoughts trapped, these niggas ain't showin' no love
Your ho, she choosin', ain't gettin' money, just know you a dub
Movin' different when you think you winnin', are you kidding?
I got bad thots and they say they love just how I'm livin'
Is it me or I'm trippin'? (Yeah), I'm just steady on a mission (yeah)
Gotta invest the profit, yeah (yeah), niggas, they bein' submissive (yeah)
It just be and my shooters, up in the big body like the movers (skrrt)
Say that you cool, but I'm coolin' (coolin')
Nigga, I be with my
Shooters, no talkin'
You want it? Then bargain
I got some racks all on my noggin (oh, yeah)
You talkin' hot, aim at your noggin (yeah, ah)
Said that I'm back, it's trouble
I cannot slack, if you want to
I cannot nap, if you want to
I cannot lack, your bro do (bro do)
Whoa (whoa), these niggas, they stealin' the drip (drip)
I drop a lil' bag on my fit (fit)
I get in my bag, make a hit (hit)
Whoa (let's go), you worried 'bout me, you a bitch (yeah)
All of that gossip lame as shit (shit now)
They must be sayin' how Tecca don't miss (don't miss now)
Whoa
(Talk, talk, talk)
(Talk, talk, talk)
(Talk, talk, talk)
(Keep that, Paryo)
(We love you, Tecca)
Shooters, no talkin'
You want it? Then bargain
I got some racks all on my noggin
You talkin' hot, aim at your noggin
Said that I'm back, it's trouble (yeah)
I cannot slack (yeah), if you want to (yeah)
I cannot nap, if you want to (whoa)
I cannot lack (whoa), your bro do (whoa)
Whoa (whoa), these niggas, they stealin' the drip (drip)
I drop a lil' bag on my fit (fit)
I get in my bag, make a hit (hit)
Whoa (whoa), you worried 'bout me, you a bitch (yeah)
All of that gossip lame as shit (shit now)
They must be sayin' how Tecca don't miss (don't miss now)
So nonsense (so nonsense), on offense, no, you can't phase me
Goin' so fast, skrtin' off the scene, feelin' like a nigga can't chase me
That's your shawty? Then why she call me baby?
Got the sauce, you can't find it at Macy's
I could play all positions, bitch, I feel like I'm KD
Got a Glock and it don't got a safety
Thoughts trapped, these niggas ain't showin' no love
Your ho, she choosin', ain't gettin' money, just know you a dub
Movin' different when you think you winnin', are you kidding?
I got bad thots and they say they love just how I'm livin'
Is it me or I'm trippin'? (Yeah), I'm just steady on a mission (yeah)
Gotta invest the profit, yeah (yeah), niggas, they bein' submissive (yeah)
It just be and my shooters, up in the big body like the movers (skrrt)
Say that you cool, but I'm coolin' (coolin')
Nigga, I be with my
Shooters, no talkin'
You want it? Then bargain
I got some racks all on my noggin (oh, yeah)
You talkin' hot, aim at your noggin (yeah, ah)
Said that I'm back, it's trouble
I cannot slack, if you want to
I cannot nap, if you want to
I cannot lack, your bro do (bro do)
Whoa (whoa), these niggas, they stealin' the drip (drip)
I drop a lil' bag on my fit (fit)
I get in my bag, make a hit (hit)
Whoa (let's go), you worried 'bout me, you a bitch (yeah)
All of that gossip lame as shit (shit now)
They must be sayin' how Tecca don't miss (don't miss now)
Whoa
(Talk, talk, talk)
(Talk, talk, talk)
(Talk, talk, talk)
Writer: Tyler Justin Sharpe, Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, Parker Young
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
EVERYWHERE I GO
(Census, what you cookin'?)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
(Damn, Spaceman, you out of here)
Better go and watch your bitch, yeah
I can't even bring her 'round here
F*ck around and got addicted
Man, they really should've listened
Ride around in that big Benz
I ain't lookin' for no friendship
I know they payin' attention
I know they just want a mention, let's go
Everywhere that I go, I go, there's probably some money involved
Everywhere that I go, I go, just know I know, I know
Everywhere that I go, I go, there's probably some money involved
Everywhere that I go, I go, just know I know, I know
She know I know, they ain't finna find a better me
I said that I'm that nigga, yeah, respectfully
I told his baby girl to bring a check to me
I'm never coming second like the letter B
Search and destroy the spot, we finna S&D
If you in the past tense, you a memory
I know they see potential, why they scared of me
We finna go so up, they gon' see why this shit turned up
Bring up my name, I don't give no f*cks
When I hop on the beat, make that shit burn up
Anyone talk on my name gon' learn
Anyone talk on my name absurd
Niggas try copy me word for word
We gon' get what we deserve, uh
I been really gettin' pesos now
I just really had to lay low now
They gon' say it's worth the wait like, "Wow"
Chopper hit above your eyes like brows
Money finna make 'em change like styles
I just gotta stay the same, like how?
Walk around, now I'm the man in town
They gon' see my lil' name for a while
Better go and watch your bitch, yeah
I can't even bring her 'round here
F*cked around and got addicted
Man, they really should've listened
Ride around in that big Benz
I ain't lookin' for no friendship
I know they payin' attention
I know they just want a mention, let's go
Everywhere that I go, I go, there's probably some money involved
Everywhere that I go, I go, just know I know, I know
Everywhere that I go, I go, there's probably some money involved
Everywhere that I go, I go, just know I know, I know
(Just know I know, I know)
(Everywhere that I go)
(There's probably some money involved)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
(Damn, Spaceman, you out of here)
Better go and watch your bitch, yeah
I can't even bring her 'round here
F*ck around and got addicted
Man, they really should've listened
Ride around in that big Benz
I ain't lookin' for no friendship
I know they payin' attention
I know they just want a mention, let's go
Everywhere that I go, I go, there's probably some money involved
Everywhere that I go, I go, just know I know, I know
Everywhere that I go, I go, there's probably some money involved
Everywhere that I go, I go, just know I know, I know
She know I know, they ain't finna find a better me
I said that I'm that nigga, yeah, respectfully
I told his baby girl to bring a check to me
I'm never coming second like the letter B
Search and destroy the spot, we finna S&D
If you in the past tense, you a memory
I know they see potential, why they scared of me
We finna go so up, they gon' see why this shit turned up
Bring up my name, I don't give no f*cks
When I hop on the beat, make that shit burn up
Anyone talk on my name gon' learn
Anyone talk on my name absurd
Niggas try copy me word for word
We gon' get what we deserve, uh
I been really gettin' pesos now
I just really had to lay low now
They gon' say it's worth the wait like, "Wow"
Chopper hit above your eyes like brows
Money finna make 'em change like styles
I just gotta stay the same, like how?
Walk around, now I'm the man in town
They gon' see my lil' name for a while
Better go and watch your bitch, yeah
I can't even bring her 'round here
F*cked around and got addicted
Man, they really should've listened
Ride around in that big Benz
I ain't lookin' for no friendship
I know they payin' attention
I know they just want a mention, let's go
Everywhere that I go, I go, there's probably some money involved
Everywhere that I go, I go, just know I know, I know
Everywhere that I go, I go, there's probably some money involved
Everywhere that I go, I go, just know I know, I know
(Just know I know, I know)
(Everywhere that I go)
(There's probably some money involved)
Writer: Tyler Justin Sharpe, Micheal Romito, Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
We Love You Tecca 2 is the second studio album by American rapper Lil Tecca. It was released through Galactic and Republic Records on August 27, 2021, one day after his 19th birthday.
The album contains guest appearances from Gunna, Iann Dior, Chief Keef, Trippie Redd, Nav, and Lil Yachty. It serves as the sequel to his 2019 mixtape, We Love You Tecca, and the album was released three days before the two-year anniversary of the mixtape.
Performed By:
Lil TeccaThe album contains guest appearances from Gunna, Iann Dior, Chief Keef, Trippie Redd, Nav, and Lil Yachty. It serves as the sequel to his 2019 mixtape, We Love You Tecca, and the album was released three days before the two-year anniversary of the mixtape.
Genre(s): Hip hop, Trap
Producer(s): Aro, Bakkwoods, Bevolo, Bryce Unknwn, Census, Cxdy, DT, Dynox, E-Trou, Georgie, John Luther, Lil Tecca, Nash, Nick Mira, Nico Baran, Niketaz, Noir, Ovrcz, Paryo, Rio Leyva, Ryder Johnson, Spaceman, Taz Taylor, ThankYouWill, Y2TNB
Length: 47:34
Released: August 27th, 2021
Year: 2021