- Lil Tecca why u look mad 歌詞
- Lil Tecca
- I like this song, we love you Tecca
'Why you look so mad?' (Ginseng)
'Why you look so mad all the time?'
I like—
**** out of my face, *****
You *****s *******, leave me the **** alone
I dont even **** with yall, what the **** you talkin bout?
Tecca
Just woke up, I freestyle, *****, man
This **** dont stop (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, rockin Rick Owens on my *****
She bad, got a Gucci crop top (Yeah, yeah)
Run up on a *****, get it lit like BIC if a **** * talkin hot (*****)
I just make new hit today
***** mad cause Im hot and you not (New hit)
I just pour up a deuce of that cup
Pour up a deuce of that Wock (That Wock)
And your ***** on my ****, gettin top
***** on my ****, gettin top (Gettin top)
Whole time he think he on top
He an addi, he sippin on drop (On drop)
Man, I know that they dont understand me
Whole time and I dont give a **** (Dont give a ****)
They like, 'Tecca, why you so moody?' Lil *****
Im just in my mood (Why you so mad?)
I dont **** with you *****s, Im not quiet
I just dont talk to you (Talk to my *****)
They say 'Tecca, why you look mad?'
Lil *****, that just be my mood (My mood)
They say 'Tecca, why you look mad?'
Lil *****, that just be my mood
Two ******* on my ****, they arguin, *****, like Family Feud
They say 'Tecca switched up on the gang,'
Lil *****, yeah, you know it aint true (**** yourgang)
Some *****s, they stole from me
Some *****s, they flopped on me (Punk-ass *****s)
Got your ** *** givin top on me
If a ***** talkin hot on me (*****s is *******)
Man, some *****s try to steal sauce
***** think I dont peep that **** (Stealin the sauce)
Man, some *****s try to steal from my house
I peep that * *** (Steal from my house)
I peeped that *****, she move funny, *****, I peep that ****
And you think that you gotta watch the opps
Whole time, you gotta watch your clique (Watch your own gang)
And I see the gang do funny ****
Whole time I gotta make that click (On gang)
And I know who was real right that one day I got hit (I got hit)
Man, these *****s think they angelic
I dont even really **** with you, ***** (Yeah)
Man this **** too easy, freestyling in the mic
Really do this **** (Yeah, yeah)
****ing so many thots
I damn near forgot I knew this ***** (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Man, I just got a check, I aint even gon lie, I blew this **** (10K)
Ran down on a opp crib, man
They thought we just moved in (Moved in)
I dont **** with no thots, I aint gon lie, they choosin
They choosin, you aint winnin
I do this, I got your ***** and she **** with the clique
I dont got no clique, I just gotta die
I stir up the pot, bro sippin that Wock
He cant even walk, I got the gas, no NOS
Gas, no NOS, gas, no NOS
Ay, shout out Ginseng
You know how we comin, **** outta here
Man, these *****s *******
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