[Intro]
We love you, Tecca

[Verse]
Don't play with me, I keep a K on me
Got your ho all in my bed, wanna spend a day with me
And I don't fuck with n***as, you can't count the cake with me
Oh, that's a opp right there, Black Ops, FMJ on me
Me and my brothers smokin' on the reefer
I call up Wiz, n***a, no Khalifa
Learn your lesson, n***a, I'ma teach you
I'm in the field, n***a, you a bleacher
All of my n***as they with the shit
Keep twin uzis like Autumar, Wick!
Hit 'em with the blicky, n***a, yeah, the blick
All my n***as litty at the show, they get lit
We get lit like a fire, oh, he old, he retired
She love my melodies like a chior
I'm with Tecca, n***a, we gon' slide in the Rari'
Big blicks, we gon' shoot at the party
Jump on the track like Jeff Hardy
Man I'm too fly, you thought I was departing, yeah
I'm on sum shit like Adam
He talking down I'm comin' right at 'em
White plug, I'ma call him Adam
Bullets on me, yeah, these bullets gon' tat' 'em
Tat' a n***a like a artiste
I eat with my n***as, yeah, its our feast
Bad lil' baby, she ride so good
Could you put that thing in park please?
Or I'ma have to park her
She on the wall, Peter Parker
I ain't got no permit, bitch, you wanna be permanent?
Lil' ho this ain't no marker
[Chorus]
Tecca keep that Tecca man
Clip keep them clips on 'em
Clipboard I'ma check you man
He said to get big on 'em
I know why you mad at me
Can't count these racks like me
Can't spit these facts like me
Can't get a check like me
Tecca keep that Tecca man
Clip keep them clips on 'em
Clipboard I'ma check you man
He said to get big on 'em
I know why you mad at me
Can't count these racks like me
Can't spit these facts like me
Can't get a check like me

[Outro]
Can't get a check like me
Can't get a check like me
I know you mad
I know you mad
Don't get mad
Boy, get glad
I know you mad