[Chorus]
(We Love You Tecca)
Going In Like 123
We Got Tecca On The Beat
Man That N***a Don't Want
Smoke We Pulling Up With 223
Man The Diamonds On My belt
That Bitch Go Bling Bling Bling
I Got Money Stuffed N***a In
My Number Nine Jeans

{Verse]

Racks On Racks What You Mean?
Loui Belt Cost A Fee
High Off The Gas N***a 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***a
Sipping Lean, Walk In The Mall Rocking G Star Jeans
With Chopsticks N***a, And Them Fucking Beams
Shooting His Shit He Walk Like A Snail
My Bitch She Dripping Chanel
Berettas,Nines, And He Getting in Impaled
My N***as 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***as Be Talking That Shit Like a ?
Fuck These N***as They Be Capping
Cooling N***a I'm Just Rapping
Talking My shit These N***as Just Napping
Your Bitch At My Crib you Know That I'm Claping
I Get The Guwap N***a I Just Be Stacking
And These N***as Pussy N***a They Don't Want Static
Keep Tools N***a Because I'm Never Lacking
N***a Want A Feat But That Shit Trash Bitch i'm Taxing
Your Bitch Gross Bitch Im Passing, N***as Talk, Talk, But I'm Laughing, They Texting Me And Said I'm Snapping, Guwap Guwap
N***a I Just Be Adding N***as Fake Man These N***as Acting
Shooting My Bullets Let's Get To Subtracting, It's Like Candy N***a Because I'm Giving Out Static Catch You In Traffic, Bullets N***a Aim
For Your Attic Going Hard Like Its Madden And These N***as Getting
Mad Man, Flexing With That Fucking Cash man And i'm Flexing
With That Cash Man yah,yah,yah, I Be Flexing Thousands Dollar Blets
Rich N***a aye,aye Yah My Gun Up On The Shelf (on the shelf) yah,whoah,angelic Flow, These N***as Be Hoes