[Intro: Lil Tecca]
Hit a button Morty, give me a beat!
Oh man, okay, alright, um
Ayy, It's recording?
Yup, okay (RaeSam on the beat!), okay, okay, yeah
Sss, sss, slatt, uh, sss, uh, slatt, uh
Yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]
I walk in the spot, they hate me like, "Who is he?"
I don't do much to my jewelry
You rockin' that True Religion, I'm rockin' Ksubi Jeans
Fuckin' that bitch, she don't know what she do to me
I been that n***a, this fame ain't new to me
Not a friend of a friend, then you cannot get through to me
I get the bag, n***a, gotta cash that
And I still go to class, lil' n***a, gotta pass that
I got the formula, n***a, lab rat
If bro see a opp, he don't shoot, yeah, he stab that
If he turn to a snitch, catch him, yeah, rat trap
If I catch his bitch, n***a, I'ma tap that
I'm on his head, n***a, like a snapback
She likin' my pics on the 'gram, tap, tap
He talkin' that shit on the internet, like in person he can't lack, lack

[Verse 2: NLE Choppa]
Shotta Fam who I'm bangin' with
Two fingers and a thumb, Imma throw it up
You know I'm in a party with the banger tucked
You stupid and dumb, if you thought that we was gonna knuckle up
Why the fuck you think we got these guns for?
One hand on the trigger I pull and shoot gone
I send you up to heaven, now you at home
I ain't squashin' no beef, stop callin' my phone
The murda on my mind, it sit on my dome
The way that I'm livin' my knife turn eighteen
Glock 19, but it got a infrared beam
Mexican flags, what is you repping?
I'm turnin' shit into a crime scene
Murda, murda, murda, murda
Damn he says you wasn't even steppin'
When, where, who you?
7.62's knock him out his shoes
BK n***a, I belong in the zoo
They sayin' I'm crazy, and they say I go cuckoo
Servin' up Pamper, it smell like some doo doo
Feds watchin' n***a moves, Hulu
I still tote a hunnid some guns I fooled you
The Glock got hollows, I make it kick back
Take a n***a gun, ay let me get that
Put my dick up in her mouth, just like a Kit Kat
And I love to shoot this Draco, tryna split a n***a ball cap (Yeah)