TEC lyrics

[Intro: Chief Keef]
Boy, hold my jewelry, it's a pound, ayy
Brick on my wrist right now, ayy (DP on the beat)
And I'm finna go and scoop your b*tch, ayy
And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks, ayy
Finna pull up on my ex, ayy
Pull up on my ex, make that b*tch mad, ayy
I ain't got no f*cking type of respect, ayy
But I heard you get respect with TEC's, ayy

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Boy, hold my jewelry, it's a pound, ayy
Brick on my wrist right now, ayy
And I'm finna go and scoop your b*tch, ayy
And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks, ayy
Finna pull up on my ex, ayy
Pull up on my ex, make that b*tch mad, ayy
I ain't got no f*cking type of respect, ayy
But I heard you get respect with TEC's, ayy

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
D-Moe go grab the pound (D-Moe go grab the pound)
Thots coming over to suck us right now (They comin' to suck us right now)
Roll up, let's get high (Let's get high, b*tch)
Smoke a n*gga, fry him (Smoke a n*gga, fry him, b*tch)
Let him come up in this f*cking house (In this house)
Pistol to his motherf*ckin' mouth (To his f*ckin' mouth, bang)
I told him watch his motherf*ckin' mouth (Told him watch his mouth, gang)
Who the f*ck talkin' now? (Talkin' now)
Flexin', look at my muscle (Look at my motherf*ckin' muscle)
My truck got a muscle (Truck got a motherf*ckin' muscle)
It ain't American, it's foreign (b*tch, it's foreign)
My b*tch ain't American, she foreign (My b*tch is foreign)
She is from Dubai (Dubai)
I got that check, then I flew by, I roll by (Flew by)
Didn't stop for nobody (Nobody)
I don't f*ck with nobody (f*ck with nobody, though)
I'm hardbody, f*ck your body and your party
We gon' come through, shoot your party (Shoot your party)
Who told you to party? Not Glo Gang (Glo Gang, b*tch)
f*ckboy, you's a no-name (You's a no)
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Boy, hold my jewelry, it's a pound, ayy
Brick on my wrist right now, ayy
And I'm finna go and scoop your b*tch, ayy
And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks, ayy
Finna pull up on my ex, ayy
Pull up on my ex, make that b*tch mad, ayy
I ain't got no f*cking type of respect, ayy
But I heard you get respect with TEC's, ayy

[Verse 2: Tadoe]
I just bought a chop, let's do a hit
You wifin' her, she doing di*ks
I got a 30 with a stick
I'm Glo Gang, we hella rich
These n*ggas hate, but n*ggas b*tches
These n*ggas tellin', n*ggas snitches
And you know snitches, they get stitches
Pulling up and you get digits
Talking numbers, hundred rounds
Catch you lacking, it's man down
When I kill you, I'ma frown
Ain't no f*cking laughing, playing around (DP on the beat)