Nascar lyrics

[Intro]
Oh my gosh, it's Lil Tecca

[Verse 1]
Bang, bang, bang, hit a n*gga in the telly
She said she want a piece of me, then, b*tch, just hit my celly
I’ma pull up in a Bentley (Pull up), and I swear it's not a renty (Ayy, ayy)
If the cops pull me over, b*tch, I'm runnin’, try to catch me (Ayy)

[Chorus]
TECs on TECs on TECs (Oh-ayy)
TECs on TECs on TECs (Okay)
You talkin' sh*t, my n*ggas keep a TEC all in the tech (Ayy)
TECs on TECs on TECs (Oh-ayy)
TECs on TECs on TECs (Okay)

[Verse 2]
You better bring your set 'cause we do hits, we don't forget (Ayy)
Your b*tch she on my di*k (Ayy), she know I'm Tecca with the MAC (Ayy)
My n*ggas in the back, they drop a stack, you might get clapped (Clapped)
And the b*tch I'm with she black, her weave intact, it cost a rack (Ayy)
In the Beamer, it's so fast, get put on blast for how you act (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
And you know my b*tch so bad, don't play no games (Ayy), you might get smacked (Ayy)
I’m rollin’ dope up in a flash, that b*tch so good you might get smacked
But don't forget I’m sippin' Act', promethazine, might take nap
But don't forget I’m sippin' Act', promethazine, might take nap (Ayy)
TECs on TECs on—
[Outro]
Ah, some guys have all the luck
I was born with glass bones and paper skins
Every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms
At night, how I awake in agony until my heart attack—

[Outro]
b*tch, I'm Tecca Don, ayy
b*tch, I'm Tecca Don, ayy
b*tch, I'm Tecca Don