tec (feat. Slump6s, jaydes & Yung Fazo)

Yeah, yeah I run up, I run up a check
Feeling like Tecca, my foot on they neck
Gotta real young nigga, laying down with the tec
Real young nigga can't worry bout stress
Counting these bands, ain't nothing less
Yo' bitch is a fan, lil' nigga don't stress
Yo' bitch wanna fuck, now she on a leash, ha
Yeah, yeah I run up, I run up a check
Feeling like Tecca, my foot on they neck
Gotta real young nigga, laying down with the tec
Real young nigga can't worry bout stress
Counting these bands, ain't nothing less
Yo' bitch is a fan, lil' nigga don't stress
Yo' bitch wanna fuck, now she on a leash, ha
Bankrolls on me like, Bankrolls on me like fifty
Diamond from Japan, Hello Kitty
Quit all the cap, we up in your city
I'm feeling good, drink feeling dizzy
Rocking that VV, shit too pretty
Up that "Frrr" she getting griddy
Said he gon' kill me i'm like really?
Bankrolls on me like, Bankrolls on me like fifty
Diamond from Japan, Hello Kitty
Quit all the cap, we up in your city
I'm feeling good, drink feeling dizzy
Rocking that VV, shit too pretty
Up that "Frrr" she getting griddy
Said he gon' kill me i'm like really?
Said he gon' kill me told him "wait"
Better not try it got guns outta state
Why you niggas tryna be me, ha
Why you niggas tryna eat off my plate
I get to the bag, got no time to waste
Tell that ho, let me grease on her, I ain't tryna date
I ain't smoking yo' weed, cause it might be laced
You know my shooter sneaky, he ain't showing face
Yeah, Yeah
I had to turn off the auto
And my hoe bad, like a model
They see the wave, they gon' ride, they gon' follow
I sip that drink, straight out the bottle
I get that drip, i'm rocking Prada
Foot on the gas, going for throttle
I gave her that smile, now bro wanna problem, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah I run up, I run up a check
Feeling like Tecca, my foot on they neck
Gotta real young nigga, laying down with the tec
Real young nigga can't worry bout stress
Counting these bands, ain't nothing less
Yo' bitch is a fan, lil' nigga don't stress
Yo' bitch wanna fuck, now she on a leash, ha
Yeah, yeah I run up, I run up a check
Feeling like Tecca, my foot on they neck
Gotta real young nigga, laying down with the tec
Real young nigga can't worry bout stress
Counting these bands, ain't nothing less
Yo' bitch is a fan, lil' nigga don't stress
Yo' bitch wanna fuck, now she on a leash
Hitting yo bitch, like all day, hold on
Smoking that pack, just like Breaking Bad, hold on
She want the head, still got her clothes on
And leave that boy dead, told him, my son
Playing with the cap, like motherfuckin' rose up
And I got these racks out the motherfuckin' Mosy
I got a sum, still pray to the dozens
And i'm fucking that bitch with my tongue, it go like "bow"
Huh, we got the sticks, we outside
Said you gon' kill me like why did you lie?
Up on my hip, and i'm keeping that five
You talking on gang, then you know you gon' die
Smoking that real dime, better then I
You rocking nothing
Lil' bitch, what is love?
I'm counting the racks, and you counting the dimes
And I swear, they be cloning me, just like i'm blind
Swear they be cloning me
Oops, he don't want it
I get the pack, and they swear they don't feel
I'm on the part with Lil' J
I walk in that bitch, and you know that they motherfucking stare
I want a Porsche, and a two door coupe
But i'm smoking that pack, and i'm smoking that Sare
She wanna leave, I don't care
Said you got money, they go like "Where"
Robbing my swag, lil' boy I dare
That's why yo' shawty was on my cushion
Talking, I don't want your feelings
She riding my dick, but I told her "Move, move"
I got the stick if i'm bringing and you know I be uping that shit we hit right in yo' Willow