[Chorus]
(We Love You Tecca)
Going In Like 123
We Got Tecca On The Beat
Man That n*gga Don't Want
Smoke We Pulling Up With 223
Man The Diamonds On My belt
That b*tch Go Bling Bling Bling
I Got Money Stuffed n*gga In
My Number Nine Jeans
{Verse]
Racks On Racks What You Mean?
Loui Belt Cost A Fee
High Off The Gas n*gga I Can't Think (skrt)
She All On The knees, And She Sucking The Team
Cooling In A g Wagon, Smoking Weed, Cooling In La n*gga
Sipping Lean, Walk In The Mall Rocking G Star Jeans
With Chopsticks n*gga, And Them f*cking Beams
Shooting His sh*t He Walk Like A Snail
My b*tch She Dripping Chanel
Berettas,Nines, And He Getting in Impaled
My n*ggas Trapping (yah) We Got Clientele
Up On Your Block Bullets, Rang Like A Bell
Send My Shooters, Shooters,And They Empty Out Shells
Run On Your Block And I'm Toting Bell
n*ggas Be Talking That sh*t Like a ?
f*ck These n*ggas They Be Capping
Cooling n*gga I'm Just Rapping
Talking My sh*t These n*ggas Just Napping
Your b*tch At My Crib you Know That I'm Claping
I Get The Guwap n*gga I Just Be Stacking
And These n*ggas pus*y n*gga They Don't Want Static
Keep Tools n*gga Because I'm Never Lacking
n*gga Want A Feat But That sh*t Trash b*tch i'm Taxing
Your b*tch Gross b*tch Im Passing, n*ggas Talk, Talk, But I'm Laughing, They Texting Me And Said I'm Snapping, Guwap Guwap
n*gga I Just Be Adding n*ggas Fake Man These n*ggas Acting
Shooting My Bullets Let's Get To Subtracting, It's Like Candy n*gga Because I'm Giving Out Static Catch You In Traffic, Bullets n*gga Aim
For Your Attic Going Hard Like Its Madden And These n*ggas Getting
Mad Man, Flexing With That f*cking Cash man And i'm Flexing
With That Cash Man yah,yah,yah, I Be Flexing Thousands Dollar Blets
Rich n*gga aye,aye Yah My Gun Up On The Shelf (on the shelf) yah,whoah,angelic Flow, These n*ggas Be Hoes