Tec Wit It

(...fucking a bi... I just made a million off fucking a bitch)
(I just made a million off fucking a bitch)

I just made a million off fucking a bitch
And I'm going to make a trillion with a dirty stick
I can't let no fake hoes inside of my house
But fuck it we lit now

Couple hundred bands just to walk in my shoes
Put these hoes in a trance when I walked in the room
They staring at my diamonds dancing, what can I do
I just fuck them then pass them to the crew
I be flexing
All my gangsters be finessing
She be sexting
I told her I'll be there for breakfast
Lethal weapons
Choppas won't hit below your neck bitch
That lil' boy get dealt with
Bury him and his own tec with it

Bury him and his own tec
Won't hit below the neck
I fuck her then the next
Ooh damn I'm a dirty dog
I don't give a fuck
Please don't try it
Please don't try it dog, leave you in the dust, aye

I'm off too many substances, I cannot find my own way
Aim up bullets spraying
I don't think you can escape
Ha, cool she don't want me anyway
Get the fuck out my face
Bitch I'm done with the fakes
And I'm done being great

Lost too much time
And she call my line about 32 times
I'ma hit your spine 'bout 42 times with the glock, leave you dead
I don't got no tears to shed no more

Couple hundred bands just to walk in my shoes
Put these hoes in a trance when I walked in the room
They staring at my diamonds dancing, what can I do
I just fuck them then pass them to the crew
I be flexing
All my gangsters be finessing
She be sexting
I told her I'll be there for breakfast
Lethal weapons
Choppas won't hit below your neck bitch
That lil' boy get dealt with
Bury him and his own tec with it

Bury him and his own tec with it
I can't die again, no way
Come on hold my hand, pull me away
I can't do this without you hope you know that
Never been in love
Because I cannot trust

But still bitch I'll be here forever
Bitch I'm filthy rich and my wrist can change the weather
If I'm in yo bitch, then she'll probably have a daughter
And she'll need a father
I hope you'll be her father

(That's too bad... I'm too high)

Couple hundred bands just to walk in my shoes
Put these hoes in a trance when I walked in the room
They staring at my diamonds dancing, what can I do
I just fuck them then pass them to the crew
I be flexing
All my gangsters be finessing
She be sexting
I told her I'll be there for breakfast
Lethal weapons
Choppas won't hit below your neck bitch
That lil' boy get dealt with
Bury him and his own tec with it

(We just making hits... and that's another one)

(Skrt)