TEC
Chief Keef, Tadoe
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Boy, hold my jewelry, it's a pound, ayy Brick on my wrist right now, ayy (DP on the beat) And I'm finna go and scoop your bitch, ayy And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks, ayy Finna pull up on my ex, ayy Pull up on my ex, make that bitch mad, ayy I ain't got no fucking type of respect, ayy But I heard you get respect with TEC's, ayy Boy, hold my jewelry, it's a pound, ayy Brick on my wrist right now, ayy And I'm finna go and scoop your bitch, ayy And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks, ayy Finna pull up on my ex, ayy Pull up on my ex, make that bitch mad, ayy I ain't got no fucking type of respect, ayy But I heard you get respect with TEC's, ayy D-Moe go grab the pound (D-Moe go grab the pound) Thots coming over to suck us right now (They comin' to suck us right now) Roll up, let's get high (Let's get high, bitch) Smoke a nigga, fry him (Smoke a nigga, fry him, bitch) Let him come up in this fucking house (In this house) Pistol to his motherfuckin' mouth (To his fuckin' mouth, bang) I told him watch his motherfuckin' mouth (Told him watch his mouth, gang) Who the f*ck talkin' now? (Talkin' now) Flexin', look at my muscle (Look at my motherfuckin' muscle) My truck got a muscle (Truck got a motherfuckin' muscle) It ain't American, it's foreign (Bitch, it's foreign) My bitch ain't American, she foreign (My bitch is foreign) She is from Dubai (Dubai) I got that check, then I flew by, I roll by (Flew by) didn't stop for nobody (Nobody) I don't f*ck with nobody (F*ck with nobody, though) I'm hardbody, f*ck your body and your party We gon' come through, shoot your party (Shoot your party) Who told you to party? Not Glo Gang (Glo Gang, bitch) Fuckboy, you's a no name (You's a no) Boy, hold my jewelry, it's a pound, ayy Brick on my wrist right now, ayy And I'm finna go and scoop your bitch, ayy And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks, ayy Finna pull up on my ex, ayy Pull up on my ex, make that bitch mad, ayy I ain't got no fucking type of respect, ayy But I heard you get respect with TEC's, ayy I just bought a chop, let's do a hit You wifin' her, she doing dicks I got a 30 with a stick I'm Glo Gang, we hella rich These niggas hate, but niggas bitches These niggas tellin', niggas snitches And you know snitches, they get stitches Pulling up and you get digit's Talking numbers, hundred rounds Catch you lacking, it's man down When I kill you, I'ma frown Ain't no fucking laughing, playing around (DP on the beat)
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Written by: Don Paschall, Keith Cozart
Lyrics © DON PUBLISHING LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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