VIRGO - Lil Tecca

…I don’t know why, but she sound like «Oh my God»

I just hopped in the 'Rari, bitch like, «Oh my,» uh

Said, «Oh my God» (Hahaha, Nick you’re stupid)

Them blue ones, I be countin' Benji’s

I got your ho, yeah, tryna be my friend of me

Her nigga my enemy, he wan' be an angel

Hop on the scene, everybody better lay low

Pull up to your party with my bitch, we left with two hoes

And we get it crazy baby, pull up, left with two more

If I don’t do nothin', you know I count them blue notes

Don’t fuck with too many niggas, I might just hop in that two-door

Don’t let me get that, don’t let me get that

Don’t be mad 'cause your bitch let me hit that

Lil' nigga, you know, you ain’t with that

You shootin' your shot, you a brick brack

I can’t see all these niggas, they too low

I can’t wait to hit it, that’s a new low

Yeah, baby you know

We get big bags, I advise you should know

Woah, baby, I advise you should know

I know your nigga can’t do it like this

Say I got ice, I got two on my wrist

Your shorty, she on my body doin' tricks

He talkin' that hot, he want me to blick

Them blue ones, I be countin' Benji’s

I got your ho, yeah, tryna be my friend of me

Her nigga my enemy, he wan' be an angel

Hop on the scene, everybody better lay low

Pull up to your party with my bitch, we left with two hoes

And we get it crazy baby, pull up, left with two more

If I don’t do nothin', you know I count them blue notes

Don’t fuck with too many niggas, I might just hop in that two-door

Two-door, two-door (Yeah)

Two-door, two-door (Ah-ah)

Niggas speakin'…

…get fast, now you change when you niggas know…

…don't know nothin', put that on my life

Put that on my guys, bake a nigga like a pie

Hate me for no reason, yeah, nigga…

…he must be tired, ayy

Hittin' niggas I despise

Them blue ones, I be countin' Benji’s

I got your ho, yeah, tryna be my friend of me

Her nigga my enemy, he wan' be an angel

Hop on the scene, everybody better lay low

Pull up to your party with my bitch, we left with two hoes

And we get it crazy baby, pull up, left with two more

If I don’t do nothin', you know I count them blue notes

Don’t fuck with too many niggas, I might just hop in that two-door

Them blue ones, I be countin' Benji’s

I got your ho, yeah, tryna be my friend of me

Her nigga my enemy, he wan' be an angel

Hop on the scene, everybody better lay low