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[Intro]
Yeah-ah
Yeah, yeah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah (Yeah-ah)
Ah
We love you, Tecca

[Pre-Chorus]
They gon' have an opinion though
Don't know all these n***as, dawg
I'm livin' my life, what I wish is thought
And you livin' your life without bitches, dawg
And you say you want bread, better move this dough
And I send all that shit to the kitchen now
And my music, they say it all ethereal
Got your ho on my dick, she want money now

[Chorus]
Yeah, you say you got racks, n***a, yeah, we out
You used to be hot, I don't know, who he now?
I'm fuckin' your bitch, she said I'ma G now
I just got the pizza, I just hit up Gino's
I feel like travelin', might go Puerto Rico
My life is a story, I'm feelin' like Rico
Get white from the plug, I think his name Chico
My life is too easy, I'm usin' a cheat code
They talk about me, don't worry, 'cause he know
I just mixed B.B Simon and VLONE
Say you so sick, lil' bitch, I ain't Neo
And shout out my bitch 'cause she hot like some Cheetos
He think he talkin' fast, I don’t agree though
Took a flight to the west, n***a, free Greedo
I’m at the top, I can't even see low
At the top, I can't see low, yeah
[Verse]
Used to run the track, get the money fast now
Now I'm skirtin' fast like a fuckin' [?]
They gon' gas you up regardless, it do not matter
Because everything 'round us is made of matter
She gon' do a dance like a fuckin' tapper
Baby, I'm the shit, need a fuckin' Pamper
Stop talkin' so much, you a fuckin' chatter
Shout out my mom, young n***a got lots of manners
You disrespect that woman, I'm finna blast ya
We don't care 'bout your speed, that hollow catch him
Look at that n***a, he look like ketchup
Too ahead of you n***as, y'all cannot catch up
She say that she want me, I can never let her
If you wanna talk to me, better send a letter
T in your S's, T is the better letter
In my memories, I wish that I never met her

[Pre-Chorus]
They gon' have an opinion though
Don't know all these n***as, dawg
I'm livin' my life, what I wish is thought
And you livin' your life without bitches, dawg
And you say you want bread, better move this dough
And I send all that shit to the kitchen now
And my music, they say it all ethereal
Got your ho on my dick, she want money now
[Chorus]
Yeah, you say you got racks, n***a, yeah, we out
You used to be hot, I don't know, who hot now?
I'm fuckin' your bitch, she said I'ma G now
I just got the pizza, I just hit up Gino's
I feel like travelin', might go Puerto Rico
My life is a story, I'm feelin' like Rico
Get white from the plug, I think his name Chico
My life is too easy, I'm usin' a cheat code
They talk about me, don't worry, 'cause he know
I just mixed B.B Simon and VLONE
Say you so sick, lil' bitch, I ain't Neo
And shout out my bitch 'cause she hot like some Cheetos
He think he talkin' fast, I don’t agree though
Took a flight to the west, n***a, free Greedo
I’m at the top, I can't even see low
At the top, I can't see low, yeah