Lil Tecca - Virgo World Lyrics
Our Time
(Jayron made that right)
I don't know what's goin' on
I'm gettin' to the racks, now that nigga call me "bro" (nigga call me "bro")
Now they pull up to my show (now they pull up to my show)
I'm just doin' me, they comparin' all my flows (they comparin' all my flows)
And they don't even know (and they don't even know)
And you don't even know, and we don't even know
I just know I'm 'bout to blow, I just know I'm 'bout to glow
Shout out to my nigga Vell (yeah), yeah, you know he from the north
Got your bitch, she on my body and she sucking me on soft
Why these niggas talking hot? Boy, you know that you ain't tough
Nigga, I ain't gon' lie, got me really f*cked up, really f*cked up
Really f*cked up, really f*cked up
Got me really f*cked up, really f*cked up
Really f*cked up, really f*cked up
Got me really f*cked up (brrt)
I swear, I don't f*ck with these niggas (nah)
I'm tired, I act like I f*ck with these niggas (nah)
It's like, 'cause they get fake, I get bigger (nah)
Sometimes I don't even wanna get bigger
I remember when I didn't look in the mirror
Now I see I'm the man when I look in the mirror (oh, I'm the man)
Are you really the man that you see in the mirror?
Is that really your gang? Did they help you get here? (Help you get here)
And the fit gon' drip, it don't matter what I wear
I could wear a Nike sweatsuit with a Moncler (with a Moncler)
And it's gon' be angelic as long as I'm here
They say, "Lil Tecca, what style in your hair?" ("What style in your hair?")
And a shawty on my body, I don't even want her (want her)
Real cold outside, I ain't even gon' burr (f*ck that)
Found out that some niggas, they be using me for clout, yeah
Pull up on your block, all my niggas gon' skrrt
Shout out to my nigga Vell (yeah), yeah, you know he from the north
Got your bitch, she on my body and she sucking me on soft
Why these niggas talking hot? Boy, you know that you ain't tough
Nigga, I ain't gon' lie, got me really f*cked up, really f*cked up
Really f*cked up, really f*cked up
Got me really f*cked up, really f*cked up
Really f*cked up, really f*cked up
Got me really f*cked up
Writer: Jeroen Leendert Groenendijk, Tyler Justin Sharpe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Actin Up
Shawty, why you actin' up? You just gotta move right (oh yeah)
I been takin' long flights, hope I got a long life (oh yeah)
She gettin' jiggy, she gettin' wavy, she actin' up (actin' up)
You feelin' good, you're movin', baby, just back it up (oh)
What I say? My niggas at the top
You niggas, y'all some opps, you niggas at the bottom, won't see you now
And look at my jeans, they say Number (N)ine, they say Margiela or Evisu now
We pull up, bling, blaow, I told my shawty she wildin', she want a ring now, Evisu now
Them niggas at the top don't wanna see you come up with 'em
They gon' hold you down, Evisu now
Yeah, yeah, I slid with my bitch
She just wan' have sex, want no conflicts
All my life, I been lived accomplished
She said I took an L, told 'em watch this
Stunt up on a nigga ho, up on a nigga game
These niggas, they so lame, I swear they want the fame
But I can never change, I been in my own lane
But all of these hoes, they the same way
Shawty, why you actin' up? You just gotta move right (oh yeah)
I been takin' long flights, hope I got a long life (oh yeah)
She gettin' jiggy, she gettin' wavy, she actin' up (actin' up)
You feelin' good, you're movin', baby, just back it up (oh)
What I say? My niggas at the top
You niggas, y'all some opps, you niggas at the bottom, won't see you now
And look at my jeans, they say Number (N)ine, they say Margiela or Evisu now
We pull up, bling, blaow, I told my shawty she wildin', she want a ring now, Evisu now
Them niggas at the top don't wanna see you come up with 'em
They gon' hold you down, Evisu now
Shawty, why you actin' up? You just gotta move right (oh yeah)
I been takin' long flights, hope I got a long life (oh yeah)
She gettin' jiggy, she gettin' wavy, she actin' up
You feelin' good, you're movin', baby, just back it up (oh)
What I say? My niggas at the top
You niggas, y'all some opps, you niggas at the bottom, won't see you now
And look at my jeans, they say Number (N)ine, they say Margiela or Evisu now
We pull up, bling, blaow, I told my shawty she wildin', she want a ring now, Evisu now
Them niggas at the top don't wanna see you come up with 'em
They gon' hold you down, Evisu now
Evisu now
Evisu now
Evisu now
Writer: Bailey Cassell, Tyler Justin Sharpe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
When You Down
(feat. Lil Durk)
[Lil Tecca:]
Ah-ah-ah
Up in my cup, yeah
I let my feelings build up (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I just pour it up in my cup
Oh yeah, yeah
And if you said that you real, how come you gone now?
I be calm all the time, I turn up, they say, "Calm down"
I pull up in a new Wraith, that's just what I'm on now
We dropped the top to ride around, look back, the sun down
I look around to see who hatin', count who switched on me
Peep all these new hoes in my contacts but she been on me
I like it one girl at a time, lately, I been on three
I cannot jack you, shawty, I heard that you was a skee
You don't know who gon' be there when you down
But you know who gon' be there when you up
I let my feelings build up
So now I just pour it up in my cup
Girl, you didn't f*ck with me then
So why you f*ckin' with me now?
Baby, I know you been broke
What you know about ballin' out?
[Lil Durk:]
You can smell X when I breathe, niggas get stretched if I bleed
Fifty K cash when I sneeze, I done went Diamond in the streets
Cut off my dog, he a leech, Glock go baow if he reach
Killers involved when I preach, asked one opp but he sleep
I'd give it all to my dogs, motivate law when he call
A hundred and fifty on the Patek, I could've got the car with the stars
I be rappin' bout blocks, I'm promotin' my scars
He ain't know about the Lamb', I told 'em, "It's ours"
From Percs to bars, from guns to cars
From coke to narc, from small to large
Who really with you when it's said and done?
They gon' try to get you, so you better run
[Lil Tecca:]
You don't know who gon' be there when you down
But you know who gon' be there when you up
I let my feelings build up
So now I just pour it up in my cup
Girl, you didn't f*ck with me then
So why you f*ckin' with me now?
Baby, I know you been broke
What you know about ballin' out?
You don't know who gon' be there when you down
But you know who gon' be there when you up
I let my feelings build up
So now I just pour it up in my cup
Girl, you didn't f*ck with me then
So why you f*ckin' with me now?
Baby, I know you been broke
What you know about ballin' out?
[Polo G:]
Sometimes I miss the days of hunger, standin' in the rain
'Member when I didn't have shit to lose and everything to gain
Yes, I'm grateful for my blessings, no, I shouldn't complain
But what about when I got doubts? I woke up feeling drained
That was just so normal in these streets, another youngin' slain
My uncle died from a shootout, left murder on my brain
Show no mercy, kill 'em all, that's how we was trained
Crime scene pictures, can't forget about them blood stains
Wounded memories, oh, I'm in need of Novocaine
Got me wishin' that these Percs could really numb the pain
Catch me, don't got my gun, I guess I'm leavin' with this chain
Long live Mike Durb, I won't let them say your name in vein
[Lil Tecca:]
You don't know who gon' be there when you down
But you know who gon' be there when you up
I let my feelings build up
So now I just pour it up in my cup
Girl, you didn't f*ck with me then
So why you f*ckin' with me now?
Baby, I know you been broke
What you know about ballin' out?
You don't know who gon' be there when you down
But you know who gon' be there when you up
I let my feelings build up
So now I just pour it up in my cup
Girl, you didn't f*ck with me then
So why you f*ckin' with me now?
Baby, I know you been broke
What you know about ballin' out?
Writer: Tyler Justin Sharpe, Durk Banks, Taurus Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Back It Up
Back it up and work it
Tell me, tell me, what's the verdict?
You gon' back it up and, uh, ayy
Pull up and work it, ayy
Nigga, run up, ayy
Nigga, run up, ayy
Bad ho go
Oh, you perfect, oh, now you nervous
Me, you, other side we versin'
Tryna win, I'm determined
Thought you was on my mind, I was certain
Hit me up, baby, tell me, what's the verdict?
You on my page, why you steady lurkin'?
Baby, just back it up and work it
Back it up and work it
Baby, just back it up and work it
Back it up and work it
Baby, just back it up and work it, yeah
Been hurt, can't hurt me
Feelin' lonely, was feelin' deserted
And I don't wanna catch no feelings
Baby, back it up and work it
Back it up and work it
Back it up and work it
Back it up and work it
Baby, just back it up and work it
As long as you love me
I don't know how you can't trust me
If you f*ck with the angels, you lucky
Are you dumb? I'm thinkin' you must be
Obstacles, runnin' 'round dodgin' these obstacles
Because I know that I got a lot to lose
Don't care for her, just tell the truth
I promise, I won't be mad at you
That's on everything you say, it's factual
Countin' blessings, gotta equal my gratitude
Wake up gettin' money, do what I gotta do
Never switch up on the gang, that's constitute
Tell a lie on the gang, that's treason
Niggas woke up feelin' different, switch for no reason
Niggas, they be switchin', man, quicker than the seasons
They be like "Tecca lookin' skinny, start eatin'"
Nigga, I just hop up on the beat and then I eat it
Shawty, she don't like me, she like "Tecca, be conceited"
Baby, you could keep it 'cause I don't really need it
Oh, you perfect, oh, now you nervous
Me, you, other side we versin'
Tryna win, I'm determined
Thought you was on my mind, I was certain
Hit me up, baby, tell me, what's the verdict?
You on my page, why you steady lurkin'?
Baby, just back it up and work it
Back it up and work it
Baby, just back it up and work it
Back it up and work it
Baby, just back it up and work it, yeah
Been hurt, can't hurt me
Feelin' lonely, was feelin' deserted
And I don't wanna catch no feelings
Baby, back it up and work it
Back it up and work it
Back it up and work it
Back it up and work it
Baby, just back it up and work it
As long as you love me
I don't know how you can't trust me
If you f*ck with the angels, you lucky
Are you dumb? I'm thinkin' you must be
Back it up and work it
Back it up and work it
Back it up and work it
Baby, just back it up and work it
As long as you love me
I don't know how you can't trust me
If you f*ck with the angels, you lucky
Are you dumb? I'm thinkin' you must be, yeah
Are you dumb? I'm thinkin' you must be, yeah
Are you dumb? I'm thinkin' you must be, yeah
Are you dumb? I'm thinkin' you must be, yeah, yeah
Oh, you perfect, oh, now you nervous
Me, you, other side we versin'
Tryna win, I'm determined
Thought you was on my mind, I was certain
Hit me up, baby, tell me, what's the verdict?
You on my page, why you steady lurkin'?
Baby, just back it up and work it
Writer: Carlos Martin, Leon Thomas, Mike Hector, Rex Kudo, Rupert Thomas Jr., Tyler Justin Anthony Sharpe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Chemistry
Chemistry
F*ck with me, yeah
Mhm
F*ck with me, yeah (KND)
We got some chemistry
I can tell that's why she wanna f*ck with me, yeah
She said she want some Hennessy
And I'm the nigga that her nigga wanna be, yeah
She wanna love with me
And I never agreed to fall in love with you
When you was comin' over sneaky linkin'
I think that you got a little comfortable
Come over, throw it back with no feelings, over
Told her come back when she feelin' sober
Get these racks, then we flip 'em over
Brody flippin' packs straight from Arizona
We got some chemistry (yeah)
I can tell that's why she wanna f*ck with me, yeah
She said she want some Hennessy
And I'm the nigga that her nigga wanna be, yeah
She wanna love with me
And I never agreed to fall in love with you
When you was comin' over sneaky linkin'
I think that you got a little comfortable
Oh, you flexin'? it don't impress me 'cause we been doin' that
Niggas get a lil' bag, they don't know how to act
I got hoes that want my heart, I got hoes that want my racks
But I really like 'em boujie, thick with a lil' clap
Lay low and stay low
I been had the drip before a nigga had the pesos
We gon' pull up to your party just to see what they on (they on)
And she says she need a spot, I give her somethin' to lay on
Come over, throw it back with no feelings, over
Told her come back when she feelin' sober
Get these racks, then we flip 'em over
Brody flippin' packs straight from Arizona
She wanna love with me
And I never agreed to fall in love with you (no, no)
When you was comin' over sneaky linkin'
I think that you got a little comfortable (oh, let's go)
We got some chemistry
I can tell that's why she wanna f*ck with me, yeah
She said she want some Hennessy
And I'm the nigga that her nigga wanna be, yeah
She wanna love with me
And I never agreed to fall in love with you
When you was comin' over sneaky linkin'
I think that you got a little comfortable
Come over, throw it back with no feelings, over
Told her come back when she feelin' sober
Get these racks, then we flip 'em over
Brody flippin' packs straight from Arizona
Writer: Tyler Justin Sharpe, Brandon Craig
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Royal Rumble
(Keep it Z3N)
(Sean Turk)
Yeah, oh
Yeah (uh-huh), yeah (yeah, uh-huh)
Yeah (uh-huh), uh-huh, yeah (uh-huh)
I walk up in the room and they eyein' me
They like, "Who is you?" Nigga, you can't get my ID
Walked in the store, I need everything that I see
They peepin' I'm that nigga, I'm like, "Ooh, yeah, I might be"
Let a nigga try me
Punch a nigga in his lip, now he lookin' like Kylie (bop)
I can't really go off right now, nigga, I'm in quarantine
I'm really in the market, baby, we could go to Dover Street
We can go to isolation where it get like four degrees
You not ready for that shit
My life is a movie, you not ready for that clip
My niggas they applaud and they applaud and they clap shit
If it's not 'bout dollars then you really don't make sense
And if you talkin' money then lil' bitch we can make friends
You holdin' yourself back, surrounded by fake friends
They just want you for payments
And they gon' keep grabbin' plates if you sneakin' that cake in, it makes sense
Two paychecks, they like, "One finna pay rent"
Yes, I'm dripped, I'ma buy somethin' basic
Got my own style, you gon' flush it, I don't take shit
Really anti-social, I don't like collaboratin'
And you niggas weirdos, I don't like collaboratin'
Had to cut y'all off because y'all niggas, y'all not sanctioned
Movin' hot, tryna cause investigations
Now, if you want talk, yeah, you gotta make a payment
Pay me, f*ck you
Bitches give me pussy, I won't pay to f*ck
Bitch, nah, I don't love you, I won't pay to lust
Even if you my shawty, no, please do not get comfortable
Bitch, I'm the king, it's a Royal Rumble
Came out on top, like the Royal Rumble
Any beef with me, it's a Royal Rumble
She wanna Royal Rumble (yeah)
No cap, I get it, though
You just wanna f*ck with me, you heard me on the radio
You play on me, bitch, you gon' turn me to a criminal
Sike, I don't touch y'all, y'all can't touch me
Hottest young nigga in my country
You want me to pull up, yeah, that's like fifty stacks
I'ma put some in her block and I go cop my bitch a bigger ass
I been thinkin' 'bout the old times, not gon' lie, yeah, I be missin' that
Funny back then, was thinkin' 'bout the destination, where I'm at
Dropped a lil' mixtape, it went damn near platinum
I'm not mixed, but I got black and white, ain't talkin' Ransom
This shit up, but not gon' lie, I may not make it look fun
Look dumb, you just mad that you can't cuff 'em
It's a Royal Rumble
Came out on top, like the Royal Rumble
Any beef with me, it's a Royal Rumble
She wanna Royal Rumble
Writer: Juan Guerrieri-Maril, Tyler Justin Sharpe, Sean Turk
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Foreign
(Census, what you cookin'?)
Foreign baddies on me, shawty said
"Tecca, pull up on me", she on read
She don't even know me, give me head
You could slide up on me, bring your friends
Toast up if you pourin' it, toast up if you scorin' it
For real, you need to pour up to get your confidence, for real
She need to purify her mindset, yeah
You don't really gotta cry, lil' bitch, for real
Put my ice on, give me confidence, for real (for real)
Made lots of income, got me comin' out my deals (yes sir)
Don't wanna hear you complain if you ain't payin' no bills (no)
Don't let them take your spot, there's a lot of girls that will
Tell me your secrets on molly (molly)
Racks in my pocket, like Polly
All the shit you do starting to bother me
Am I coming back? I don't know, probably
When she naggin', I don't give my ear (no ear)
Shorty start crying as if I care
Truth be told, she ain't goin' no where
These bitches weren't there when I came up
Shorty want me 'cause I'm famous (famous)
My crib full of lions, can't tame us
Shit down at the party, they blame us (yeah, yeah)
Midnight slidin' on an opp block
Shots made 'em dance, made 'em pop lock (pop, pop)
Bought it in cash when my car dropped
I got some shit make your jaw lock (yes sir)
Foreign baddies on me, shawty said
"Tecca, pull up on me", she on read
She don't even know me, give me head
You could slide up on me, bring your friends
Toast up if you pourin' it, toast up if you scorin' it
For real, you need to pour up to get your confidence, for real
She need to purify her mindset, yeah
You don't really gotta cry, lil' bitch, for real
Writer: Tyler Justin Sharpe, William Repko, Rio Francesco Leyva, Mike Romito, Danny Snodgrass, Campbell Rolston-Clemmer, Navraj Goraya
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Selection
(Y'all rockin' with DJ Scheme, lil' bitch)
(My name is) Tryna live with perfection
(Nuri hit it, go!) Tryna live with perfection
I'ma take it as a lesson
Go, best-friend (I'ma tell her, "Go"), go, best-friend (I'ma tell her, "Go")
Go, best-friend (I'ma tell her, "Go"), go, best-friend (I'ma tell her, "Go")
Go, best-friend (I'ma tell her, "Go"), go, best-friend (I'ma tell her, "Go")
Go, best-friend, go, best-friend, yeah (go, go, go)
It's a curse tryna live with perfection (yeah)
I already know my selection, yeah (yeah)
I want my shawty to be my whole best friend (oh, oh)
Shake it, shake it, yeah, go best-friend (go, oh)
If somethin' happen, f*ck it, learn my lesson (oh, no)
I take 'em as lessons or blessings, yeah (yeah)
Money counter beep, go best friend (beep, beep, beep)
Go best-friend, go best-friend, yeah (oh)
Oh, you poppin'? Show me somethin' (show me somethin')
Show me somethin' new (somethin' new), I want love (I want love)
Don't get too comfortable (get comfortable), earn my trust (earn my trust)
You don't want all of me (uh), you ain't gettin' none no more (uh)
Don't forget where you from (uh), don't forget your destination, though (yeah)
You could get what you want, don't think that you could take it, though (oh)
We countin' up these racks, I been countin' since the day before
They gon' ride the wave, I told him to be original
It's a curse tryna live with perfection (yeah)
I already know my selection, yeah (yeah)
I want my shawty to be my whole best-friend (there we go)
Shake it, shake it, yeah, go best friend (go, oh)
If somethin' happen, f*ck it, learn my lesson (yeah)
I take 'em as lessons or blessings, yeah (yeah)
Money counter beep, go best friend (oh)
Go best friend (oh), go best friend, yeah
Writer: Gabe Guerra, Nuri Saberin, Sonny Moore, Tyler Sharpe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Take 10
(He on X Games mode)
Bands to make her dance, say what you mean
Alexander McQueen, it's not what I need
She want forever love, I got what you want
She want forever trust, I got what you need, yeah
Be my baby, be my lady
We go crazy, all my bitches come small
All my niggas keep tools, go, yeah, go, yeah
Want be my baby, be my lady
We go crazy, all my bitches come small
All my niggas keep tools, yeah, yeah
I know you wanna lie, you keep it on the low
I sit and count the checks, she know it keep me goin'
I ran up fifty bands, but you ain't even noticed
Money counter go-go, yeah, keep it going
Money counter go-go, yeah, keep it going
Bands to make her dance, go-go, keep it going
She want double dose-dosage of my lovin'
Give her half of full-motion, can't lose focus
And when I wake up, brush my teeth and thank God
I check my phone and say good morning to my haters
Money counter, prr, yeah, check my radar
You a dub 'til when you leave, better stay far
Hi haters, hi haters
She get 'round me, she like them high vibrations
She set my vibe like an angelic Darth Vader
If I don't got nothin' to say, don't say none
Be my baby, be my lady
We go crazy, all my bitches come small
All my niggas keep tools, go, yeah, go, yeah
Be my baby, be my lady
We go crazy, all my bitches come small
All my niggas keep tools, go, yeah, go, yeah
Be my baby, be my lady
We go crazy, all my bitches come small
All my niggas keep tools, go, yeah, go, yeah
Writer: Courageous Xavier Herrera, Mathias Daniel Liyew, Thomas Lee Brown, Tyler Justin Anthony Sharpe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Dolly
Shawty, yeah, oh, whoa (whoa)
Stepped in the party, yeah, that bitch off a molly (yeah)
'Cause these big sticks goin' crazy
I like cute colored ladies, yeah (whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)
Yeah, she know that I count all the racks
Yeah, she know that I make it right back
I feel like it's Fortnite, I just got a tac' (oh)
I did it again, man, I just got a pack, yeah (yeah)
Shorty, look in her eyes and she off a molly (MDMA)
Ten bands for the fit, now they tryna rob me (ayy, whoa)
That shorty, she Spanish, she callin' me papi (callin' me papi)
Walked in the scene, took your bitch, probably (took your bitch)
And I just f*cked your ho, probably (oh)
Tony Montana, Tecca, you can't stop me (oh)
Bitch, I'm designer, call me Tec Romani (oh)
I just seen the feds, lay low, I got them bullets, Halo (oh)
She wanna come f*ck, she won't say no (say no)
If you want a feature, come and pay though (oh)
I want the money, the payroll
Don't say you real if you fake, though
She say that I'm hot like the flame, oh
Don't try to f*ck with me if you ain't stayin', no (oh)
'Cause, niggas, they ain't real, yeah, hoes ain't real, yeah
I got so much fake love, nigga, I can't feel, yeah (wow)
Niggas, they sponsored by Carnegie, 'cause they rockin' all steel
Niggas, they can't even bother me
Because you ain't payin' my bills (ayy)
That shawty won't f*ck, she gon' swallow me
I got money, that bitch, now she all on me
Stack my money tall, yeah, as tall as me (tall)
Anti-social so please do not talk with me (talk to me)
Yeah, she know that I count all the racks (oh)
Yeah, she know that I make it right back (oh)
I feel like it's Fortnite, I just got a tac' (what)
I did it again, man, I just got a pack, yeah (whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)
Shorty, look in her eyes and she off a molly (whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)
Ten bands for the fit, now they tryna rob me
That shorty, she Spanish, she callin' me papi
Walked in the scene, took your bitch, probably
And I just f*cked your ho, probably (oh)
Tony Montana, Tecca, you can't stop me (oh)
Bitch, I'm designer, call me Tec Romani (oh)
I just seen the feds, lay low, I got them bullets, Halo (oh, ayy)
She wanna come f*ck, she won't say no (no, ayy)
If you want a feature, come and pay though (oh, ayy)
Let's go
I just wet my wrist
I don't know nobody but my bitch
I still take care my side chick (whoa, whoa, whoa)
She suckin' it up, take your time wit' it (ayy)
Big diamond stone on my fist (what)
I stay with thirty in my clip (clip)
Lookin' for me but won't find shit (yeah)
Money on me, while I buy shit (money)
My girl likin' girls, on that bi shit
She said that my weakness was kindness (ayy)
Got tats on my body, my eyelids (ayy)
A hundred thousand dollar, my fit (yeah)
I'm high as f*ck but don't do lines, bitch (whoa)
One-of-one, Virgil designed this
My archive not consignment
She suck it good, I might sign this (this, let's go)
Yeah, she know that I count all the racks (oh)
Yeah, she know that I make it right back (oh)
I feel like it's Fortnite, I just got a tac'
I did it again, man, I just got a pack, yeah (whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)
Shorty, look in her eyes and she off a molly (whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)
Ten bands for the fit, now they tryna rob me
That shorty, she Spanish, she callin' me papi
Walked in the scene, took your bitch, probably
And I just f*cked your ho, probably (oh)
Tony Montana, Tecca, you can't stop me (oh)
Bitch, I'm designer, call me Tec Romani (oh)
I just seen the feds, lay low, I got the bullets, Halo (oh)
She wanna come f*ck, she won't say no (no)
If you want a feature, come and pay though (oh)
Uh
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh
Uh-uh
Uh
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh
Uh-uh
Yeah
Writer: Branden Brown, Roc-Jonas Balhoud, Rodriguez Dejuan Yancy, Symere Woods, Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Insecurities
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Every insecurity, they do not mean shit to me
Because it is you I adore
And baby girl, I hope you come make history, can't let these niggas get to me
I'd regret if you, I lost
Every memory is searchin' for a long time
Every thing was in my face and I was so blind
I told myself "I cannot just be one of those guys"
I just need some faith, so I'm talkin' to the most high
Real nigga shit, niggas not how they seem like
Real nigga shit, I'm goin' up and niggas seem tight
Nowadays I walk around, I feel like I got three eyes
Remember seein' through the whole scene, I was knee-high
You get what you want and I get what I want
B for the bitches, and bitches I put my niggas on
I ain't had no plan B, me and A had to get along
I was sixteen, everyone in the room sippin' strong
But you know I'm a leader, my mentality really strong
If you ever diss me, then nigga, you know you really wrong
Remember bitches dubbed me, now all these bitches, they sing my songs
I done had some feelings, I took 'em all to the studio
I done seen some thotties, I took 'em all to my video
If I let you use your phone, shawty better not take no videos
I don't give a f*ck if your friends heard me all up on the radio
Yeah, on the radio, that's the way to go
Gotta be yourself, lil' nigga, that's the way to grow
They gon' try put you down but you got stay afloat
And sometimes got to put your foot down and start sayin' no
And sometimes got to isolate and just start settin' goals
Every insecurity, they do not mean shit to me
Because it is you I adore
And baby girl, I hope you come make history, can't let these niggas get to me
I'd regret if you, I lost
Every memory is searchin' for a long time
Every thing was in my face and I was so blind
I told myself "I cannot just be one of those guys"
I just need some faith, so I'm talkin' to the most high
Every insecurity, they do not mean shit to me
Because it is you I adore
And baby girl, I hope you come make history, can't let these niggas get to me
I'd regret if you, I lost
Every memory is searchin' for a long time
Every thing was in my face and I was so blind
I told myself "I cannot just be one of those guys"
I just need some faith, so I'm talkin' to the most high
No, no-oh
Yeah, no-oh
No, no (I just need some faith, so I'm talkin' to the most high)
Yeah-yeah
(I just need some faith, so I'm talkin' to the-)
Writer: Danny Lee Snodgrass Jr., Nicholas Mira, Tyler Justin Sharpe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Tic Toc
Yeah, Tecca
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
Yeah (Menoh)
Look at the watch, tick-tock
I can't waste no time no more
Time is money, so just look at the clock
But that shit don't tock no more
Movin' fast when I come with the Glock
I don't need no stock no more
Comin' different with the drip, yeah
It don't rain or shade, it pour
I bought a new watch to f*ck it up
If he wants the smoke, f*ck 'em up
If you want some smoke, blunt it up
I'm chasin' the bag, come run with us
She stay with the gang, she f*ck with us
If you need some Wock', go plug 'em up
That shawty a thot, come f*ck or somethin'
You don't want no beef, you ain't dumb enough
I bought a new watch to f*ck it up
If he wants the smoke, f*ck 'em up
If you want some smoke, blunt it up
I'm chasin' the bag, come run with us
She stay with the gang, she f*ck with us
If you need some Wock', go plug 'em up
That shawty a thot, come f*ck or somethin'
You don't want no beef, you ain't dumb enough
You don't want no beef, you ain't dumb enough
Think about what you doin'
I got a dream, nigga, I'm pursuing
I got a dream, nigga, for this music
You had a chance, nigga, and you blew it
She in my pants, nigga, and she blew it
F*ck all the talkin', Nike, I'ma do it (yeah)
Money is time, nigga, and it's proven
F*ck all of jakes (jakes)
All up in that grass, in that grass with them snakes
He want some smoke, want some smoke, he get baked
I got these hoes, got these hoes in my face, yeah
Look at the watch, tick-tock
I can't waste no time no more
Time is money, so just look at the clock
But that shit don't tock no more
Movin' fast when I come with the Glock
I don't need no stock no more
Comin' different with the drip, yeah
It don't rain or shade, it pour
I bought a new watch to f*ck it up
If he wants the smoke, f*ck 'em up
If you want some smoke, blunt it up
I'm chasin' the bag, come run with us
She stay with the gang, she f*ck with us
If you need some Wock', go plug 'em up
That shawty a thot, come f*ck or somethin'
You don't want no beef, you ain't dumb enough
I bought a new watch to f*ck it up
If he wants the smoke, f*ck 'em up
If you want some smoke, blunt it up
I'm chasin' the bag, come run with us
She stay with the gang, she f*ck with us
If you need some Wock', go plug 'em up
That shawty a thot, come f*ck or somethin'
You don't want no beef, you ain't dumb enough
Yeah, yeah, you ain't dumb enough
Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm comin' up
'Cause I'm comin' up
Yeah, I'm comin' up
Yeah, I'm comin' up, yeah, yeah
Writer: Tyler Justin Sharpe, Amin Elamin
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Miss Me
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah-ah, ah-ah
I been ridin' 'round with a hundred in my backseat
I know I'm that guy, I'ma tell you if you ask me (if you ask me)
Always keep in mind if a nigga tryna tax me
I been doin' fine, I'ma tell you if you ask me
If you miss me, tell me if you miss me
I got a hundred reasons that you can't get me
You can keep it personal if you got somethin' against me
You ain't healthy, shawty, I'm not ready (oh yeah)
We steady swerving
She say I'm moving funny, steady curving her
I could tell it that she nervous
She ain't never been around no superstars (oh)
Change that, pull up
I know you f*ckin' with the scenery
You been on time
Still don't know what you mean to me
I'm just tryna figure out
How I'ma get me the big amounts
I might take a different route
Been on my own, we been around
Yeah, that's my bad (my bad), but in my head (my head)
There's a lotta things that I gotta deal with (deal with)
By my dolo (dolo), by my lonely (lonely)
I don't need no one, but want someone to hold me, yeah
Hear me, yeah, yeah, hear me, yeah, yeah
Hear me, yeah, if you miss me
Yeah, hear me, yeah, yeah, hear me, yeah, yeah
Hear me, yeah, if you miss me
I been ridin' 'round with a hundred in my backseat (in my backseat)
I know I'm that guy, I'ma tell you if you ask me (yeah)
Always keep in mind if a nigga tryna tax me (yeah)
I been doin' fine, I'ma tell you if you ask me
If you miss me, tell me if you miss me
I got a hundred reasons that you can't get me
You can keep it personal if you got somethin' against me
You ain't healthy, shawty, I'm not ready, oh yeah
Writer: Tyler Justin Sharpe, Sam Wishkoski, Daniel Hackett, Blake Slatkin
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
True to the Game
Oh
They gon' think that all these dollars cope for the pain, yeah
(Damn, Spaceman, you out of here) Oh yeah
(Census, what you cookin'?)
I just got a hundred, that's like two for each lane
They gon' think that all these dollars cope for the pain, yeah
I ask her what she finna do for the fame
When you get this money, just hope that you see when they change (yeah)
And stay true to the game, true to the game
True to the game, true to the game
And stay true to the game, true to the game (yeah)
True to the game, true to the game (yeah)
How you see these dollars that's on me?
Now that I glowed up, can't even talk on me (nah, nah)
When I was down, I swear you tried to flex on me (flex on me)
When I was down, I swear they should've bet on me (should've bet on me)
Now how that work? (Uh, uh) Now how that work? (How that work?)
Now how that work? (Yeah, yeah) Now how that work?
Girl, tell me how that work (work, work) how that work? Ayy, ayy
How that work? (How that work?) How that work? Yeah
What's the move? What's the move?
Lot of K rounds, I'll hit you in your dome
Nine milli', milli', crack your medulla
Bad hoes in the telly going super
Eighty dollar Henny, pour up on my bitches
Stretch the money, watch you grow from a distance
These bitches flock if you got bread, they some pigeons
I let my dogs off the leash, I tell 'em "Sic 'em"
Tryna get a hundred guns, bitch, we sticked up
Don't give a f*ck 'bout what you claim, we ain't the same, dawg
I ain't rockin' G-Star, this the BAPE stuff
Me and bro was selling drugs just to get the 'fits up, yeah, yeah
You don't know my pain, nigga, stop it
Don't tell me to sit down, I'm the one in the cockpit
I put that bread on your head, they gon' get it
Thirty round clip, my nigga, it's hangin' out my pocket
I just got a hundred, that's like two for each lane
They gon' think that all these dollars cope for the pain, yeah
I ask her what she finna do for the fame
When you get this money, just hope that you see when they change (yeah)
And stay true to the game, true to the game
True to the game, true to the game
And stay true to the game, true to the game (yeah)
True to the game, true to the game (yeah)
How you see these dollars that's on me? (Dollars, dollars, dollars)
Now that I glowed up, you can't even talk on me (nah, nah)
When I was down, I swear you tried to flex on me (flex on me)
When I was down, I swear they should've bet on me (should've bet on me)
Now how that work? (Uh, uh) Now how that work? (How that work?)
Now how that work? (Yeah, yeah) Now how that work?
Girl, tell me how that work (work, work) how that work? Ayy, ayy
How that work? Yeah, yeah, how that work? Yeah
Now how that work? (Yeah, yeah) Now how that work? (How that work?)
Now how that work? (How that work?) Now how that work?
Girl, tell me how that work (work, work) now how that work? (Work)
Now how that work? (Work) Now how that work? (Work, work, yeah)
Writer: Campbell Rolston-Clemmer, Danny Snodgrass, Mike Romito, Tyler Sharpe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Closest to Heaven
Oh my, oh my
Oh my, oh my
You blessed when I popped in your section
Nowadays she mad when I'm not in her section
She poppin' bottles, like f*ck it, we stressin'
When she turnt up, she the closest to Heaven
And she invite me 'cause they f*ck with my presence (oh yeah)
Whenever I slide, yeah, it feel like a present (oh yeah)
Head of my class, yeah, it feel like I'm destined (oh yeah)
You say you broke, where that money? Go get it
Just keep them thoughts that you next up
Just keep them thoughts that you next up
They won't believe in you 'til you get up
Just keep them thoughts that you next up
Nigga, run up, he gon' get wet up
I don't f*ck with no feds but I'm fed up
Try to play me like I'm just a sucka nigga
I'm makin' art but you can't see the bigger picture
Forever I'ma be a real nigga
Forever I'ma be a real nigga
You can hate but I get my bands quicker
Yeah, forever I'ma be a real nigga
You blessed when I popped in your section
Nowadays she mad when I'm not in her section
She poppin' bottles, like f*ck it, we stressin'
When she turnt up, she the closest to Heaven
And she invite me 'cause they f*ck with my presence
Whenever I slide, yeah, it feel like a present
Head of my class, yeah, it feel like I'm destined
You say you broke, where that money? Go get it (oh, oh)
You blessed when I popped in your section
Nowadays she mad when I'm not in her section
She poppin' bottles, like f*ck it, we stressin'
When she turnt up, she the closest to Heaven
And she invite me 'cause they f*ck with my presence
Whenever I slide, yeah, it feel like a present
Head of my class, yeah, it feel like I'm destined
You say you broke, where that money? Go get it
Writer: Blair Ferguson, Danny Lee Snodgrass Jr., Rio Francesco Leyva, Tyler Justin Sharpe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Level Up
(CHEK Beatz)
And when I hit you I ain't have no intention
I was overly surprised when I received the message
But the way that things panned out, I low-key regret it
You loved the other side of me, my ego, you fed it
But when it came down to what happened, girl, you had your defenses
I had to separate from my mental offenses
It's a long road, baby, you can ride, hope you get it
And I know when you say you love me, that you meant it
Everything is levels (is levels), so I had to level up, yeah (had to level up)
You wan' join my rebels (my rebels), but they don't wanna start with us (wanna start with us)
Got something you can't handle (can't handle)
No, you don't want no war with us (don't want no war with us)
No, you don't want no war with us (don't want no war with us)
No, you don't want no war with us, yeah (don't want no war with us)
Hopped off her, hopped in my bag
Pulled up with my new joint, I can see you mad
When you see me, hope you know what you lost, yeah
If you wanna talk, better pull up with caution
I can't see a ex girl, I don't do this often
You can switch teams if you gon' think 'bout where I been
Been applyin' pressure and I won't think 'bout stoppin'
Break 'em down, like that's the only option
Break 'em down, like that's the only option (yeah)
Break 'em down, like that's the only option (oh, woah)
Break 'em down, like that's the only option (yeah)
She go down, just because I'm poppin'
And when I hit you I ain't have no intention
I was overly surprised when I received the message
But the way that things panned out, I low-key regret it
You loved the other side of me, my ego, you fed it
But when it came down to what happened, girl, you had your defenses
I had to separate from my mental offenses
It's a long road, baby, you can ride, hope you get it
And I know when you say you love me, that you meant it
Everything is levels (is levels), so I had to level up, yeah (had to level up)
You wan' join my rebels (my rebels), but they don't wanna start with us (wanna start with us)
Got something you can't handle (can't handle)
No, you don't want no war with us (don't want no war with us)
No, you don't want no war with us (don't want no war with us)
No, you don't want no war with us, yeah (don't want no war with us, nah)
Got something you can't handle
No, you don't want no war with us
No, you don't want no war with us
No, you don't want no war with us, yeah
Writer: Kamaldeen Adekunle Folami, Tyler Justin Sharpe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
No Answers
She bring her heart to me
Yeah-yeah, yeah
For all that I been through and all that I'm goin' through next
I'ma always be myself and we gon' count up these checks
And if you don't know the stats, well, we winnin', you can check
God told me, "Stand up," probably because you blessed
I'm worried 'bout my own team, no, we ain't worried 'bout the rest
The world ain't seen it yet, but in my opinion, my team the best
They tryna hold us down, but they don't even know what's up next
I got a hundred shawties hit me like, "What's going on, Tec?"
That's why we stack in the wintertime
And we flex in the summertime, yeah
I don't even give 'em no chances
She just on my line every day
Tryna see how I been
I don't even give her no answers
I don't give her no answers
I don't give her no answers
You don't gotta act stupid with me
She moving funny, I'm thinking it's you or it's me
I was sixteen, I think that she was twenty
Can't never trip on that bitch 'cause I got plenty
You know that's a fact
I was with my guys, you know we was in the back
Now we skip the line, we don't even need a pass
You was throwing subs, I think you forgot to at (yeah)
You keep it a hundred, but I'm keeping it a stack, yeah
That's why we stack in the wintertime
And we flex in the summertime, yeah
I don't even give 'em no chances
She just on my line every day
Tryna see how I been
I don't even give her no answers
I don't give her no answers
I don't give her no answers
For all that I been through and all that I'm goin' through next
I'ma always be myself and we gon' count up these checks
And if you don't know the stats, well, we winnin', you can check
God told me, "Stand up," probably because you blessed
I'm worried 'bout my own team, no, we ain't worried 'bout the rest
The world ain't seen it yet, but in my opinion, my team the best
They tryna hold us down, but they don't even know what's up next
I got a hundred shawties hit me like, "What's going on, Tec?"
That's why we stack in the wintertime
And we flex in the summertime, yeah
I don't even give 'em no chances
She just on my line every day
Tryna see how I been
I don't even give her no answers
I don't give her no answers
I don't give her no answers
That's why we stack in the wintertime
And we flex in the summertime, yeah
I don't even give 'em no chances
She just on my line every day
Tryna see how I been
I don't even give her no answers
I don't give her no answers
I don't give her no answers (yeah)
Writer: Eeti Jedi Justus Eratuli, Huthman Tobi Olukunle, Tyler Justin Sharpe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Last Call
Last call
Fo' sho'
What you doin'?
I think that was your last call
Hit me up if you ever want some, girl
'Cause we gon' ball forever
'Cause we gon' ball forever
All these racks on my side, I don't need you
Swear that I been that nigga since preschool
Took a W and now I can't lose
Look around, tell me what the world come to, oh
I think that was your last call
Hit me if you ever want some, girl
'Cause we gon' ball forever (ball forever)
'Cause we gon' ball forever (ball forever)
All these racks on my side, I don't need you
Swear that I been that nigga since preschool
Took a W, now I can't lose
Look around, tell me what the world come to, whoa
Been at zero, been at a milli'
Been at twenty, been at fifty
Bitches on bitches, I got plenty
I'm in a Lambo', you in a renty
You niggas lame and I swear it gettin' messy
Shorty on my line and they hate Jessie
I can't kick it with you, I ain't messy
Two hundred on the dash, cops can't catch me
Whoa, you don't even know how we came up, no
We don't even care 'bout no fame, bro, hopes
That one day we would just get famous, even though
We don't even care 'bout no fame, yeah, no
I was in the back tryna cast in the shadows
You can't even stack all your cash, that's why you broke
I don't want no sob stories, keep that to you
Unless you givin' head and you exceptional
Last call, hit me up if you ever want some, girl
'Cause we gon' ball forever (ball forever)
'Cause we gon' ball forever (ball forever)
All these racks on my side, I don't need you
Swear that I been that nigga since preschool
Took a W and now I can't lose
Look around, tell me what the world come to, oh
I think that was your last call
Hit me if you ever want some, girl
'Cause we gon' ball forever ('cause we gon' ball forever)
'Cause we gon' ball forever ('cause we gon' ball forever)
All these racks on my side, I don't need you (yeah)
Swear that I been that nigga since preschool (oh yeah)
Took a W, now I can't lose (oh)
Look around, tell me what the world come to, whoa
Ball forever (oh)
Ball forever, ball forever (oh)
Ball forever (oh)
Writer: Cody H. Rounds, Danny Lee Snodgrass Jr., Francisco Jose Baptista, Maxwell James Nichols, Travis Brandeis Pierce, Tyler Justin Sharpe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Out of Love
It's my love, it's your love, it's our love
And I be thinkin' the world is out of love
So lovestruck, it's f*cked up
And she don't really care because
Everybody want the same thing
New chain, new car and the same ring
I just wanna make money with the same gang
New glass, new frame, but the same lane
Whole team cold different but the same pain
Rollie, Rollie, Rollie, I just want a plain Jane
Bitches f*ckin' different niggas for the same fame
I'm committed to myself nigga, so I can't change
She wanna pop it, lock it, drop it
I'm so up, baby stop it
Tinted windows ridin' 'round 'cause I'm poppin'
She wanna come, my bitch showin' no love
Toxic, baby, can't trust, be honest
She want me to hit, no boxin'
Pass the grip, toss it
Hop in the Bentley, the Rari', the Mulsanne
You got a problem with me? You can come say it
Pass the lil' thottie off, I had to relay it
Now when they say my name, they be like "He made it"
"Oh shit, that's Tecca, that boy up in N.Y."
I'm really from Queens but they say I'm from L.I
Sixth grade up in two thirty-one with my fellas
It's so sad, when I moved out the hood, we all fell out
Obvious that we don't give a f*ck
They used to stick me up
And now they showin' up
And now they showin' love
I'm gettin' love from up above
No, no, don't hit me up
No, no, don't hit me up, no, no
Everybody want the same thing
New chain, new car and the same ring
I just wanna make money with the same gang
New glass, new frame, but the same lane
Whole team cold different but the same pain
Rollie, Rollie, Rollie, I just want a plain Jane
Bitches f*ckin' different niggas for the same fame
I'm committed to myself nigga, so I can't change
She wanna pop it, lock it, drop it
I'm so up, stop it
Tinted windows ridin' 'round 'cause I'm poppin'
She wanna come, my bitch showin' no love
Toxic, baby, can't trust, be honest
Want me to hit, no boxin'
Pass the grip, toss it
It's my love, it's your love, it's our love
And I be thinkin' the world is out of love
So lovestruck, it's f*cked up
And she don't really care because
Everybody want the same thing
New chain, new car and the same ring
And I just wanna make money with the same gang
New glass, new frame, but the same lane
And the whole team cold different but the same pain
Rollie, Rollie, Rollie, I just want a plain Jane
Bitches f*ckin' different niggas for the same fame
I'm committed to myself nigga, so I can't change
Obvious that we don't give a f*ck
They used to stick me up, stick me up
I'm gettin' love from up above
No, no, don't hit me up, hit me up
Writer: Anders Lunoee, Danny Snodgrass, Frederik Thrane, Tyler Sharpe, William Repko
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.