Did It Again Remix lyrics

Intro / Lil Tecca:
Mmm, Mmm, Mmm, Mmm
Hmm (We Love You Tecca)
Chorus:
I got a pack, hit 'em and do it again
f*ckin' her, I'm f*ckin' her friend
I got bands, one day I'm flying to France
Juggin' 'til a n*gga land
You got a man, know what I do to ya mans?
No I ain't shootin' the hands, took an L, I ain't took one again
Crashed the 'Rari so I hopped in the Benz
So, oooh, it's crazy how they watch a young n*gga gon' move
It's crazy, worry about yourself n*gga, make a move
You steady watchin' all the winnin' n*ggas, you gon' lose
I don't gotta prove, you steady watchin' all the winnin' n*ggas
You gon' lose, I don't ever lose
Verse one / Lil Tecca:
Flyin' my mom to Japan, flyin' my dad to Japan, we in a Benz
We gon' link up with the fam, yeah I'm talkin' MBM, yeah yеah
Buddy, I never lack, the choppa' makе a n*gga dance
Versatile, freelance, f*ck any b*tch n*gga, depends
Only with the sh*ts if you a 10, pickin' any b*tch, yeah I'm the man
If you want a feature, give me a grand
Drip on my body, I'm cool like a fan
I can not lose, I was up grindin', they snooze
f*ck all the fightin', be cool
f*ck all the dyin', keep tools
Chorus / Lil Tecca:
I got a pack, hit 'em and do it again
f*ckin' her, I'm f*ckin' her friend
I got bands, one day I'm flying to France
Juggin' 'til a n*gga land
You got a man, know what I do to ya mans?
No I ain't shootin' the hands, took an L, I ain't took one again
Crashed the 'Rari so I hopped in the Benz
So, oooh, it's crazy how they watch a young n*gga gon' move
It's crazy, worry about yourself n*gga, make a move
You steady watchin' all the winnin' n*ggas, you gon' lose
I don't gotta prove, you steady watchin' all the winnin' n*ggas
You gon' lose, I don't ever lose
Dustero’s Verse/Verse two:
Yeah, I got racks hit it and shoot it again
f*ck in yo, f*ck in yo b*tch
I got Glocks, b*tch I be flying to hell
All these b*tches want them plants
Got that sh*t, do it again and boot it again
I Got a hunnid a hunnid a rack
b*tch no reason to complain you just be f*ckin’ and f*ckin’ jealous
b*tch I’ma leave you dead, f*ckin’ and f*ckin’ breathless
Just admit you be f*ckin’ useless over and over again
One day I’m flying to NYC, I be sharp like them Mo’ f*ckin’ bumblebees
I be climbin’ a god damn tree, I be free, b*tch I been released
Chorus / Lil Tecca:
I got a pack, hit 'em and do it again
f*ckin' her, I'm f*ckin' her friend
I got bands, one day I'm flying to France
Juggin' 'til a n*gga land
You got a man, know what I do to ya mans?
No I ain't shootin' the hands, took an L, I ain't took one again
Crashed the 'Rari so I hopped in the Benz
So, oooh, it's crazy how they watch a young n*gga gon' move
It's crazy, worry about yourself n*gga, make a move
You steady watchin' all the winnin' n*ggas, you gon' lose
I don't gotta prove, you steady watchin' all the winnin' n*ggas
You gon' lose, I don't ever lose