Intro / Lil Tecca:
Mmm, Mmm, Mmm, Mmm
Hmm (We Love You Tecca)
Chorus:
I got a pack, hit 'em and do it again
Fuckin' her, I'm fuckin' her friend
I got bands, one day I'm flying to France
Juggin' 'til a n***a 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***a gon' move
It's crazy, worry about yourself n***a, make a move
You steady watchin' all the winnin' n***as, you gon' lose
I don't gotta prove, you steady watchin' all the winnin' n***as
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***a dance
Versatile, freelance, fuck any bitch n***a, depends
Only with the shits if you a 10, pickin' any bitch, 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
Fuck all the fightin', be cool
Fuck all the dyin', keep tools
Chorus / Lil Tecca:
I got a pack, hit 'em and do it again
Fuckin' her, I'm fuckin' her friend
I got bands, one day I'm flying to France
Juggin' 'til a n***a 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***a gon' move
It's crazy, worry about yourself n***a, make a move
You steady watchin' all the winnin' n***as, you gon' lose
I don't gotta prove, you steady watchin' all the winnin' n***as
You gon' lose, I don't ever lose
Dustero’s Verse/Verse two:
Yeah, I got racks hit it and shoot it again
Fuck in yo, Fuck in yo bitch
I got Glocks, bitch I be flying to hell
All these bitches want them plants
Got that shit, do it again and boot it again
I Got a hunnid a hunnid a rack
Bitch no reason to complain you just be Fuckin’ and fuckin’ jealous
Bitch I’ma leave you dead, fuckin’ and fuckin’ breathless
Just admit you be fuckin’ useless over and over again
One day I’m flying to NYC, I be sharp like them Mo’ Fuckin’ bumblebees
I be climbin’ a god damn tree, I be free, bitch I been released
Chorus / Lil Tecca:
I got a pack, hit 'em and do it again
Fuckin' her, I'm fuckin' her friend
I got bands, one day I'm flying to France
Juggin' 'til a n***a 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***a gon' move
It's crazy, worry about yourself n***a, make a move
You steady watchin' all the winnin' n***as, you gon' lose
I don't gotta prove, you steady watchin' all the winnin' n***as
You gon' lose, I don't ever lose