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Lil Tecca - 22 Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh

[Chorus]
I'm on live, I can't lie
Yeah, free number nine
Took my style, that's a fine
Took your bitch, now she fine
McDonald's, can't wine and dine
Niggas tight like some ties (We love you, Tecca)
B.B. Simons, she say that I'm fly
But I been countin' racks, yeah, your nigga, yeah, he sad
Fuckin' your bitch, I know that he mad
I got her pregnant, oh, fuck, I'm a dad
Stealin' my style, they callin' me dad
Boy, you a son, I know that you mad
I'm droppin' the gas, I know that they flag
These niggas, they stalkin' me like they fed

[Verse]
I might just fuck your bitch in the bed
You sippin' on purple, I'm sippin' on red
[?] cowboy like a nigga Red Dead
I go to CVS for the meds
Bitch, it's classified, I feel like Ned
All y'all niggas, y'all gon' flex
Oh my God, look at my neck
"Where your chain?" Nigga, in the bank
Got too many racks, I should buy a tank
Your bitch see me, impressed, she gon' faint
Don't fuck with these niggas, they all the same
Your bitch on my dick and she givin' me brain
Told lil' boy, "Stay in your lane"
'Cause we skrrt off in that Range
Bro got the AR, it got range
She want me to [?] for the fame
She givin' me neck, I don't know her name
[?] want fame, but don't know the pain
I got the drip, nigga, like some rain
Old nigga gon' fall off some rain
Bro he leanin', need a cane
I skrrt on the block, I think her name Jane
I lay a nigga like filet
She givin' me neck, now she think she my bae
Yeah, sike, bitch
Can't get my number, gotta Skype it
She givin' me neck, she can't get the pipe, bitch
She say that, "You don't care," you right, bitch
She say I'm the [?], I don't write shit
She got me mad, she see that I'm typin'
But at the end, I don't say shit
I know that she tight, we was just friends, bitch
You can't flex it, get a lil' TEC, bitch
Nigga flexin', you get hit with that TEC, bitch
Flip a nigga like a Tech Deck, bitch
Flat combo, can't talk 'bout no [?] shit
They say that I'm different, I ain't with that reg' shit
Speakin' of fuck shit, I ain't [?], uh-huh
I see that you flexin', I know what your [?], uh-huh
Some of you niggas, y'all really got put on, uh-huh
[?] nobody, that's only my mood, uh-huh
[?], I came with my shooter, uh-huh
Bad bitch at Hooters, uh-huh
[?], uh-huh
Now lil' niggas wanna join the crew
You countin' the green, I'm countin' the blue
Look at that [?], I just got the flu
And I just got one, I think I need two
Went to the cashier, total $402
Used a fake ID, it say I'm twenty-two
It's fuck all you niggas, don't mean to be rude
You say you want smoke, blow 'em like a Juul
Look at my neck, I'm really on my jewels
[?] for me
They say I'm the one, [?] right for me
You think your bitch [?], she get [?] for me
I'm countin' the bands, I feel like OG
I stay with the splee, I stay with my team
Your bitch need me, she turnt to a fiend
I got the drip from head to feet
I got the drip from top to tee
Overreactin', you OD
Get out my business, you not V
Look at my neck, [?] me
[Chorus]
I'm on live, I can't lie
Yeah, free number nine
Took my style, that's a fine
Took your bitch, now she fine
McDonald's, can't wine and dine
Niggas tight like some ties
B.B. Simons, she say that I'm fly
But I been countin' racks, yeah, your nigga, yeah, he sad
Fuckin' your bitch, I know that he mad
I got her pregnant, oh, fuck, I'm a dad
Stealin' my style, they callin' me dad
Boy, you a son, I know that you mad
I'm droppin' the gas, I know that they flag
These niggas, they stalkin' me like they fed