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Lil Tecca - Wildin Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Tecca & Warhol.SS]
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Uh-uh (Bop), ooh (Uh)
(Menoh)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Tecca]
Yeah, ooh, she wildin', wildin', she do her thing, thing
I got the chopper on me to let it bang, bang
Money over bitches, all my niggas say the same thing
Real Angelic, all my niggas on the same team
Say hello to my little friend, automatic chopper
Warhol sending shots like a nigga at the doctor
She go off with her bottom, but I only want the top, yeah
And I'm goin' up fast and a nigga can't stop, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
Ooh, she wildin', wildin', she do her thing
I got the chopper on me to let it bang
Put him on a white tee like he was a stain
And my first name Tyler, so it's Golf on my chain
Why these niggas on my dick? Better stay in your lane, yeah
Nigga, go support, 'cause I'm hot like a flame
Yeah, these niggas, they some bitches like a dog, get tamed
Yeah, she say, "You want my love?" I want a little like a grain

[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]
You could only feel good, if you bad
You could only feel happy, if you feel sad
Nigga got LSD, on a lil' tab
She just swallowed all my kids, now I'm feelin' like a lil' dad
Oops, that's your bitch, now you're lil' mad
"Did It Again" just hit five mill', know I'm real glad
Yeah, he talkin' on the internet, I know where he stay at
And you lookin' for your bae on my dick, where your bae at? Yeah
I can't trust a nigga, I can't trust a nigga, no
Talkin shit on the 'gram, but in person want a photo
I ain't really have to practice, I was just a proto'
Fucked with you, that was past tense, I don't really know though
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Tecca]
Yeah, ooh, she wildin', wildin', she do her thing, thing
I got the chopper on me to let it bang, bang
Money over bitches, all my niggas say the same thing
Real Angelic, all my niggas on the same team
Say hello to my little friend, automatic chopper
Warhol sending shots like a nigga at the doctor
She go off with her bottom, but I only want the top, yeah
And I'm goin' up fast and a nigga can't stop, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
Ooh, she wildin', wildin', she do her thing
I got the chopper on me to let it bang
Put him on a white tee like he was a stain
And my first name Tyler, so it's Golf on my chain
Why these niggas on my dick? Better stay in your lane, yeah
Nigga, go support, 'cause I'm hot like a flame
Yeah, these niggas, they some bitches like a dog, get tamed
Yeah, she say, "You want my love?" I want a little like a grain

[Verse 2: Warhol.SS]
I flew the birds out the trap in the South, yeah
Told him it's a kick door, so we in your house, yeah
Pussy nigga playin' like a cat, no mouse, yeah
Rock out like LaChappelle Show, fuck your couch, yeah
Runtz in my line so I'm gone off the Earth, uh
Livin' this life was a blessin' and a curse, uh
Tell him if he scared go to church, uh-huh
Swear I had to get it out the dirt, uh-huh
Chopper on me, nigga, no Nerf, uh-huh
Pop out at an angle like I'm Kurt, uh-huh
Soldiers out, attention, on alert, uh-huh
Got these niggas jugged, you know it's worth it, yeah
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Tecca]
Yeah, ooh, she wildin', wildin', she do her thing, thing
I got the chopper on me to let it bang, bang
Money over bitches, all my niggas say the same thing
Real Angelic, all my niggas on the same team
Say hello to my little friend, automatic chopper
Warhol sending shots like a nigga at the doctor
She go off with her bottom, but I only want the top, yeah
And I'm goin' up fast and a nigga can't stop, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
Ooh, she wildin', wildin', she do her thing
I got the chopper on me to let it bang
Put him on a white tee like he was a stain
And my first name Tyler, so it's Golf on my chain
Why these niggas on my dick? Better stay in your lane, yeah
Nigga, go support, 'cause I'm hot like a flame
Yeah, these niggas, they some bitches like a dog, get tamed
Yeah, she say, "You want my love?" I want a little like a grain