Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Run that back, Turbo)
Yeah, yeah (Wheezy outta here)
I got like 30 bitches, now I need like 30 bands
That nigga hating but he was a fan, ayy
Got your bitch, she on my body and she is a fan
I'm with the gang and we getting money
Yeah, and why you talking? You don't want that (Nah)
And all these feds don't want no comeback (Yeah)
Pack a nigga like a lunch-pack
Showin' love, don't want no love back, nah
Niggas they wildin', wildin'
Bitches they wildin', wildin'
And she say she want me, I like it
She givin' me neck, she excited
Shit, I ain't gon' lie, kinda like it
After this, tell her she mine, like, ayy
VLONE ??? and the ??? is great
Bad bitch wanna fuck but she still gotta pay
I got like 30 bitches, now I need like 30 bands
That nigga hating but he was a fan, ayy
Got your bitch, she on my body and she is a fan
I'm with the gang and we getting money
Yeah, and why you talking? You don't want that (Nah)
And all these feds don't want no comeback (Yeah)
Pack a nigga like a lunch-pack
Showin' love, don't want no love back, nah
I got like 30 bitches, now I need like 30 bands
That nigga hating but he was a fan, ayy
Got your bitch, she on my body and she is a fan
I'm with the gang and we getting money
Yeah, and why you talking? You don't want that
And all these feds don't want no comeback
Pack a nigga like a lunch-pack
Showin' love, don't want no love back, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah (Run that back, Turbo)
Nah, nah, nah, nah (Wheezy outta here)
Goin' up, how could I fall?
Goin' up, how could I fall?
Young nigga really finna ball
Fuckin' in the spot, L.O.L
Say you gettin' money, put it on a scale
Summer, she get burnt, in the winter she get pale
Shippin' out a pack through the motherfuckin' mail
If drippin' was a crime, nigga, I would go to jail
I humble a nigga, he think he gon' go up
I go to the ???, nigga gon' load up
2017, like "Tecca won't blow up"
Keep that same energy, nigga gon' glow up
Now I speak Guapenese, bad bitches toppin' me, fuck niggas off me, yeah
Ain't nobody stoppin' me, nobody stoppin' me, nobody stoppin' me
Yeah, angelic, it's a part of me
Yeah, bad bitches, it's a part of me
Countin' all this green, it's a part of me
??? the money, fuck around and make it company
I got like 30 bitches, now I need like 30 bands
That nigga hating but he was a fan, ayy
Got your bitch, she on my body and she is a fan
I'm with the gang and we getting money
Yeah, and why you talking? You don't want that (Nah)
And all these feds don't want no comeback (Yeah)
Pack a nigga like a lunch-pack
Showin' love, don't want no love back, nah
I got like 30 bitches, now I need like 30 bands
That nigga hating but he was a fan, ayy
Got your bitch, she on my body and she is a fan
I'm with the gang and we getting money
Yeah, and why you talking? You don't want that (Nah)
And all these feds don't want no comeback (Yeah)
Pack a nigga like a lunch-pack
Showin' love, don't want no love back, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Run that back, Turbo
Wheezy outta here
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