Lyrics:
Yeah he broke
Bitch I'm up
Fuck wit' his girl
Give no fucks
Lil Tecca
You outta luck
Kicks on fleek
Keep it a buck
Go to outer space
That's on me
my homies
My vocals angelic not talking bout Tecca
Let a nigga run up imma hit with this Tecca
Bitch I'm on season ten I ain't talking bout mecca
d aquí
Es suficiente x hoy
Dejame solo lil' bitch
Ando con moda París
Voy el primero
Grand Prix
Como Lil Tecca
Repeat
Baby mejor que te vayas
Yo ya
the metal to his mouth like lil tecca yeah
They're all around him
He's gotta get out
Upstairs they found him
A gun in his mouth
He hears a song
His mother
might as well call me Santa
Rolls Royce double R Big Jayy pushing that phantom
On God Tecca the way I'm getting ransom (Big pape)
Lil boy you my son I'm
(You in trouble)
Got that Big Mac but I ain’t ordering no double (No double)
I don’t play no football so you know I never fumble
Bitch I feel like Tecca
you bantam
Hop out Rolls Royce, feel like Danny phantom
And like Tecca said, glizzy turn ya to a dancer
Ain't no Jordan flu game, on these beats I'm
buttery
Feel like lil tecca cuz she get a lot of me
Getting so many racks they call me lamb
Hoes at my door cant tell if they all fans
Smoking on pot not
Blood Sprays Blood Spray
When we dim the sun
Blood Sprays Blood Spray
When we dim the sun
Tecca Axe got lots of shit but it's all blades
If you want
weiter was du machst
Dann läufst du langsam in mein Messer
Ich würde sagen du rappst gut
Aber ich bin einfach besser
Mache hater neidisch wie lil tecca
Du
Yeah, yeah
Like I'm Tecca I did it again
Seen the racks now I'm fucking her friend
Making hits all the way to the end
Chop with a beam Ima shoot
and keepin you rivetin,
livin it paligament sin a bit,
and a chick in a minute tecca nina be kickin it
i flow for the middle west,
go for your little neck,
We are leaders
This is Tecca N9na in your arena
We saw no reason
Yea
Start shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, our shit
For no
oh
Now I got it for the night screaming oh
They didn't know I sell out shows in Amsterdam
And in Switzerland
Tecca Ninna spits for grands
She
ding-a-ling like a Huffy
Luck-ily, another 36 cup D abruptly, came into the room to fuck me
She said, "Tecca Nina touch me, your dick is thick and husky
It
sumthin like a pimp
Ask ya mama,
She could tell ya that Tecca N9na's a bonafide layer
Get ya walkin with a limp
And you know it got tore owa-owa up
I'll fill you with led
If you afraid, Then tell me you scared
Cause imma little bit out of my muthafuckin mind
The hardest rapper that Tecca N9na
Mediocre rappers pick tecca nina to hate on
And they do it all night and day long but when they see me that frowned up hatin face gone
Ain't no rah uh
Comin up from forever pain to it never rain
So I throw up the finger to everybody who got a tore up demeanor
Thinkin that Tecca N9na was sure nuff
slumber
But she said fuck Tecca Nina didn't feel her
Did everything within' my power not to kill her
Disrespectful bitch I really wish that I can grill
true but you recruit the youth ignore bizarre niggas
But ain't nobody fuckin' with any of our niggas
And if you trippin under the Tecca there are
Ain't no question I am truly the strangest!
I gotta shake it up for a minute
Tecca Nina got the greater percentage
And when I enter whatever I gotta
The technique's complete heat
Retreat 6 feet under 6 feet
Unique speaks, freaks tweek
Never let the BCs can it, while the trooper Tecca Nina rock the planet,
aint givin up the money, You know it
I'm a certified playa and I'm sumthin like a pimp
Ask ya mama,
She could tell ya that Tecca N9na's a bonafide layer
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