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Lil Tecca - No Witness Triple S Remix Lyrics

[Intro]
It's JMC in this motherfucker
Oh my

[Chorus]
All my thots gettin' thicker (Link up)
We get lit and I ain't drinking no liquor (We get lit)
All she worried 'bout is gettin' more figures (Boy, that cash)
BBL, she ain't doin' no fitness (That's a check)
Catch that nigga, we ain't leavin' no witness (He get blatt)
Chanel Runners on my tippy-toe, nigga (For my gang, gang)
Get some money, then they gettin' more bitter
It get ugly, so don't get it wrong, nigga (Get it wrong)

[Verse]
Slide in that track, it's a block band (S-Skrrt)
Shorty, she know we them niggas when we walked in (Walked in)
She can slide to the spot if she pop it (Slide)
Shorty openin' them jeans like a locksmith
Gettin' bitches and no money, that don't make sense
Told that nigga, "Fuck you, pay me, I don't take tens"
Ran with the guap, I took it straight to the top
Know that it's a good day if I came with a knot
I don't care about your fit, it don't matter if you pop
Askin' where I'm at, why you movin' like the cops? Yeah
Movin' like I'm Harden, bitch, I'm stirrin’ up them pots, yeah
It's fuckin' up relationships, my fault that I just popped in
Knew she was a thot, for my bro, he just lobbed it
Niggas say they hate me but my songs heavy boppin'
[Chorus]
All my thots gettin' thicker (Link up)
We get lit and I ain't drinking no liquor (We get lit)
All she worried 'bout is gettin' more figures (Boy, that cash)
BBL, she ain't doin' no fitness (That's a check)
Catch that nigga, we ain't leavin' no witness (He get blatt)
Chanel Runners on my tippy-toe, nigga (For my gang, gang)
Get some money, then they gettin' more bitter
It get ugly, so don't get it wrong, nigga (Get it wrong)
All my thots gettin' thicker (Link up)
We get lit and I ain't drinking no liquor (We get lit)
All she worried 'bout is gettin' more figures (Boy, that cash)
BBL, she ain't doin' no fitness (That's a check)
Catch that nigga, we ain't leavin' no witness (He get blatt)
Chanel Runners on my tippy-toe, nigga (For my gang, gang)
Get some money, then they gettin' more bitter
It get ugly, so don't get it wrong, nigga (Get it wrong)