Lyrics:
rappers in the dirt without a shovel
Handsome you lackin' it I'll hand some I'll hand some
Lil Tecca taking you for ransom for ransom
Dedicated now I got
a four
Pour that shit
I pour four cup
Oh oh
Uh
All these bitches they are gross
I stay with my niggas
I stay with my bros
I feel like tecca cuz you know
like Lil Tecca, get the cash and do it again
And I'm telling you right now we supposed to go ahead take a trip to France
Pull off in a mclaren yeah yeah
lil tecca fuck you think this is a ransom
I be screaming in your face like Marilyn Manson
My bitch bad avenge shit like like Scarlett Johansson
Got
like Nike on a music ting
Lil Tecca, I ain't talkin' "Ransom"
Stay juggin', I'm way too lit
When I spit, they'll pay for my bars like ransom
Sono
like i'm free
To do what i do best
Whoa whoa whoa
People say i speak nonsense when i'm rapping my shit
I ain't no tecca shit
I just write what i see
I
its random
Like Lil Tecca I' ma hold your ass for ransom
You see I keep a 20 Glock on me right now
In case a nigga run up he gon die now
Right time, we
it up
Yeah got the Yeezys on me run it up
Fear of God Jerry said run it up
On the bus Tecca said run it up
You say you like boys with a chain
But you
to them lame niggas
That ever doubted me
Feel like Lil Tecca
I just held an opp for ransom
Grabbed the jacks and disappeared
I am not a phantom
SB blasting
brodie just quit
Bro got dilemma new music ain't getting numbers bro really turning to dust
Bro feel like tecca think he gon run up the summer you just
like Tecca gone hop from the caddy to phantom
I'm allergic to leeches, I really can't stand them
They gone act like they tanks, til they getting
life
And I cared about shit that was bigger than bitches
Making my music I feel like I'm Tecca
I'm gonna blow up from the rags to the riches
Gon' get
She want her some more got her singing the Tecca
I stay with a 808 cause it's so crucial
Hitting my mobile but I never boost her (Yeah)
I'm on another
she pull up in an Uber
I'm spitting this fire so where's the smoke detector
Take this beat for ransom but I'm not Lil Tecca
I'm playing goalkeeper I'm
to think that you're new
Lil Tecca album name
Mine and his, they the same
His is terrible cause mine is better
He is just a one hit wonder
Everyone listen
Tecca, I am out, I'm out of lock
But, I ain't outta love, I'ma show you love
Said she want Chanel, I don't get paid enough
Lemme feel yo' plastic, yeah,
head
Until I touch the stage and make them put they hands over head
The seats gon sell out like it's ransom put your hands over head
Like tecca said,
nobody got a band
You can tell cause the cross is sitting on my pants
I just walked in the room yo bitch she wanna fuck
These hoes love me like Tecca boy
Hermione, Lil Tecca Romani
Baby, don't go
But, there'll always be bitches on poles
I repeat that this world is so cold
Want me signed there none left in my
need a damn check up
And these niggas be watching cause I got my bread up
They tryna show me up like I'm Lil Tecca
You gotta keep your head up
I know
Get that money, I ain't stopping
Get that money, make a profit
Get that money, make a profit
Feeling like Tecca I did it again
My new girl from France,
got em'
I got a bad bitch from the bay
Spinning the block
Beyblade
I'm on the pluggnb anthem
Lil Tecca no ransom
Bad bitch think I'm handsome
Bad bitch
die or you ride til you do, Lil Tecca
I ain't no real teacher, but my words can be a lecture
I can help you learn the best just like the goal
the Black Mecca
Top down bumping Love me by Lil Tecca
Then it got me thinking, maybe I should text her
In a city full of savages only I could protect her,
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