Lyrics from Snippets

[Intro]
...Oh my, oh my (We love you, Tec')
Oh my, oh my, yeah (We love you, Tecca)

[Verse]
I might just go get my wrist wet
Most of these n***as, they bitch-made
It's his birthday, give him two texts
Makin' beats like I'm Ginseng
Makin' beats like I'm Metro
'Member hoppin' on the metro
Money gets to your mental
Anti-social, not doing no friends no
They used to hate on a n***a
Now your bitch say she fuck with a n***a
I'm checkin' my bank, every time, it get bigger
Countin' checks, they ain't check on a n***a
New number, yeah, the phone keep ringin'
New number, yeah, that's ten new digits
Ten digits in the bank, yeah, that's ten new women
My bitch, we connected, don't say that she feel it
I rack up my money, it tickle the ceiling
I blend in the spot, I feelin' like chameleon
Ayy, chameleon, yeah, uh, she feelin' us, uh, yeah
Uh, been drillin' shit, uh, yeah, don't care 'bout your feelings, bitch
Yeah, these n***as, they off the shits
Crossed once, he gettin' crossed again
Big bank, it's on me, designer, it's on me, yeah
Mix the Rick with the Tommy
Got drip, no Dasani, yeah
You wanna link? What's the plot, B?
My life is an animation, no Itachi, uh
I am the top topic, uh
No wonder your bitch wanna top me
Rockin' the all lime green
Angelic, you cannot define me
Angelic, take a trip to Saudi
Know my name when they call me, uh
"Oh, that's Tecca," they don't know me, so that's what they call me
Feeling Melo, I just wanna ball, B
Wanna ball, I'm feeling like Kobe
When I ball, I feel like two-three
Got a lil' bitch, she a cutie
I know it was art when a n***a drew me
He stealin' the sauce, you can never sue me
Yeah, he stealin' my sauce, yeah, you can never sue me
Yeah, he stealin' my sauce, yeah, you can never sue me
You hop in the truck, got a lot of friends
I got a thot, so I hop in a two-seat, uh
I got a 'burban, l got a Benz
Laughing at you, 'cause your really nothin' to me
I promise, I be really seein' through n***as
It's funny, you think you can fool me? Uh
So I just be shittin' on n***as that hate on me
I just be drippin' real goopy, uh
How you just wake up and hate on a n***a that really just don't even know you, uh
I might just Super Sayian on a pussy-n***a, Kamehameha Goku, uh
You n***as is really my babies in this shit
I just got the Gucci to stroll you, uh
They comparin' these n***as to me
They can't do it like just do I gotta show you? Uh
Yeah, do I gotta do it?
I'm rockin' AF1's like Nike, Just Do It
Bro see an opp, fuck that talkin', he just do it
Yeah, yeah, leave a n***a clueless
She wanna know how I feel
Switch the vibe, I might spin off the wheel
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Sped it back up, 'cause the gang not still
Gotta ball off the backboard like O' Neil
And bro 'bout to trap, all got big bills
Drip like a llama, got four M's
I just wanna count the C-notes
And bro shootin' like he at the line, it's a free-throw like D Rose
That's three hoes for the gang, n***a, that's three more
See these glasses on my face, I can't see shit, I got 'em to see the green though
Ayy, he want me to pull up, that's 2K like Chris Smoove
And I'm real smooth, so your bitch move
And she make it dance, what the bands do?
And she make it dance, what the bands do?
[Outro]
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