Wit a Tec

[Intro]
Sch-yuh, sch-yuh
What? Damn
Sch-yuh, sch-yuh
What? (Azure)
Damn

[Chorus]
Glock (Glock), we got MACs (We got MACs)
Slimey nigga, I slimed my way to the top
You wasn't on shit 'til you got a chop
We got guns you can't picture, nigga, don't get cropped (Don't get cropped)
Gang, say you want smoke? Ok, bet
Thunder on me, bitch, I ain't Sheck, gang
Ridin' round Orlando wit' a (Fa), gang, what
Ridin' round Orlando wit' a TEC (Ridin' round Orlando wit' a TEC)

[Verse]
I want a Porsche or a Corvette (Or a Corvette)
Doin' this shit, I don't break a sweat
In the field, but you not, though
He on that bullshit like Lonzo (Like Lonzo)
Mix the Purple jeans with the Ricky
Wish a nigga would, just like Timmy
You ain't never touch a rack, nigga, since the stimmy (Since the stimmy), bitch
You can't get shit from me, you can't gеt a penny
What, you could get stabbed, likе Tommy did, Benny (Damn)
I love bad bitches, man
Tryna slime me out, you need another plan, gang
Smokin' free stuff, smokin' Ban Ban (Ban Ban)
This shit out the box, this shit Kan Jam (Kan Jam)
Smokin' surfer, this shit blonde tan
Niggas said I'm spook, I'm still clutchin'
Gang, yo' bitch on my phone, and she hunchin'
7.6 knock his feathers if he duckin'

[Chorus]
Glock (Glock), we got MACs (We got MACs)
Slimey nigga, I slimed my way to the top
You wasn't on shit 'til you got a chop
We got guns you can picture, nigga, don't get cropped (Don't get cropped)
Gang
Say you want smoke? Ok, bet
Thunder on me, bitch, I ain't Sheck, gang
Ridin' round Orlando wit' a (Fa), gang, what
Ridin' round Orlando wit' a TEC (Ridin' round Orlando wit' a TEC)

[Outro]
A TEC, gang