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No, no, no
Yeah, oh, oh
Yeah, oh, oh
(We love you Tecca) yeah, yeah
She just hit my phone, she said, "Tecca, you a winner"
I just took her home, then I turned into a sinner
(Rambow)
She just hit my phone, she said, "Tecca, you a winner" (yeah)
Took her home, then I turn her to a sinner, yeah
I just got a check, I ate lobster for dinner
She like my style, she tryna turn me to her nigga, yeah
I just woke up, now they say that I'm a star
I just wanna ball with my guys
Drive off the Wock', he just caught a DUI
He think he knew the answers, nigga, like he Bill Nye
Bitch, I feel like A.I., nigga, never need to practice
I got two clips 'cause that chopper automatic
And I started talkin' shit, I got tired of this blabbin'
But I been making' hits, most these niggas, they been nappin'
And my lyrics hit her hard, like a nigga he was stabbin'
LSD hit his brain, yeah, that nigga, he been tabbin'
I just got your shorty here, my niggas, we been tappin'
Walk to the bank, Chief Keef, I be laughin'
Red, blue, yellow, nigga, you could pick your Power Ranger
I could fuck, but I don't date ya, getting bands, but I can't save her
Fast nigga, but I can't chase her, 360, quickscope, FaZe him
God-mode, aim-bot, laser, cut you off, I got that razor
She just hit my phone, she said, "Tecca, you a winner" (yeah)
Took her home, then I turn her to a sinner, yeah
I just got a check, I ate lobster for dinner
She like my style, she tryna turn me to her nigga, yeah
I just woke up, now they sayin' I'm a star
I just wanna ball with my guys
Drive off the Wock', he just caught a DUI
He think he got the answers, nigga, like he Bill Nye
Yeah, caught a DUI
Ah, mm, yeah
Yeah
Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Milo Ben-Amotz, Tyler Justin Sharpe
Yeah, oh, oh
Yeah, oh, oh
(We love you Tecca) yeah, yeah
She just hit my phone, she said, "Tecca, you a winner"
I just took her home, then I turned into a sinner
(Rambow)
She just hit my phone, she said, "Tecca, you a winner" (yeah)
Took her home, then I turn her to a sinner, yeah
I just got a check, I ate lobster for dinner
She like my style, she tryna turn me to her nigga, yeah
I just woke up, now they say that I'm a star
I just wanna ball with my guys
Drive off the Wock', he just caught a DUI
He think he knew the answers, nigga, like he Bill Nye
Bitch, I feel like A.I., nigga, never need to practice
I got two clips 'cause that chopper automatic
And I started talkin' shit, I got tired of this blabbin'
But I been making' hits, most these niggas, they been nappin'
And my lyrics hit her hard, like a nigga he was stabbin'
LSD hit his brain, yeah, that nigga, he been tabbin'
I just got your shorty here, my niggas, we been tappin'
Walk to the bank, Chief Keef, I be laughin'
Red, blue, yellow, nigga, you could pick your Power Ranger
I could fuck, but I don't date ya, getting bands, but I can't save her
Fast nigga, but I can't chase her, 360, quickscope, FaZe him
God-mode, aim-bot, laser, cut you off, I got that razor
She just hit my phone, she said, "Tecca, you a winner" (yeah)
Took her home, then I turn her to a sinner, yeah
I just got a check, I ate lobster for dinner
She like my style, she tryna turn me to her nigga, yeah
I just woke up, now they sayin' I'm a star
I just wanna ball with my guys
Drive off the Wock', he just caught a DUI
He think he got the answers, nigga, like he Bill Nye
Yeah, caught a DUI
Ah, mm, yeah
Yeah
Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Milo Ben-Amotz, Tyler Justin Sharpe
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