Lyrics from Snippets

[Intro]
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah, ah, like, yeah-yeah-yeah
Uh (Uh), bop (Uh, uh)

[Chorus]
I just bought some Diors, call it Dior drama
VVS calculator if a n***a want a problem
I stay with my n***as, you know that I got 'em
I'm a real n***a, I feel like my father
She hit my phone like
"Tecca, yeah, you blowin' up like a suicide bomber"
These n***as, they bitin' my style like piranha
You mad a nerd n***a could fuck on your daughter

[Post-Chorus]
Not your average nerd, baby
Average nerd, baby
You get sent to the curb, baby
Fuck you and fuck what you heard, baby
I hit up my bro, "What's the word, lately?" Link up
Bro pour up the Wock' and he drink up
Man, pass me the Act', got the pink up
[Verse 1]
That bitch got a fat ass, got my dick stuck
We on UFC3, mess your lip up
And I'm talkin' that shit, got my shit tucked
P12 in the cut, 'bout to dip, bruh
It's a regular show, 'bout to skip, yeah
Why you talk about us? You don't know us
Why these random n***as tryna "Bro" us?
N***as tryna take me out my glow us

[Chorus]
I just bought some Diors, call it Dior Drama
VVS calculator if a n***a want a problem
I stay with my n***as, you know that I got 'em
I'm a real n***a, I feel like my father
She hit my phone like
"Tecca, yeah, you blowin' up like a suicide bomber"
These n***as, they bitin' my style like piranha
You mad a nerd n***a could fuck on your daughter

[Post-Chorus]
Not your average nerd, baby
Average nerd, baby
You get sent to the curb, baby
Fuck you and fuck what you heard, baby
I hit up my bro, "What's the word, lately?" Link up
Bro pour up the Wock' and he drink up
Man, pass me the Act', got the pink up
[Verse 2]
Yeah, let it off
Got the Uzi like I'm Cleo, had to set it off
Got a new, bad girl, give me better love
N***a talkin', I just back up the Berretta, yeah
VVS Calculator, don't...
...

[Chorus]
I just bought some Diors, call it Dior Drama
VVS calculator if a n***a want a problem
I stay with my n***as, you know that I got 'em
I'm a real n***a, I feel like my father
She hit my phone like
"Tecca, yeah, you blowin' up like a suicide bomber"
These n***as, they bitin' my style like piranha
You mad a nerd n***a could fuck on your daughter

[Post-Chorus]
Not your average nerd, baby
Average nerd, baby
You get sent to the curb, baby
Fuck you and fuck what you heard, baby
I hit up my bro, "What's the word, lately?" Link up
Bro pour up the Wock' and he drink up
Man, pass me the Act', got the pink up