[Intro: Lil Tecca]
Turn you to a dancer
Yeah
Internet Money, bitch
[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
I got black, I got white, what you want?
Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom
I know I'm 'bout to blow, I ain't dumb
They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom
I know that I'm gone
They see me blowin' up, now they say they want some
I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer
I see two twin opps, leave 'em on a banner
And I got two thick thots, wanna link the gang, yeah
[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]
I got red, I got blue, what you want?
The Chanel or Balenciaga, Louis and Vuitton
She know I got the Fendi, Prada when I hit Milan
I needed me a die or rider, I need me the one
I started from the bottom, you could see thе way I stunt
I want all the diamonds, I want that shit to weigh a ton
The opps, thеy tryna line me 'cause they hate the place I'm from
But them niggas don't know me, they just know the place I'm from
I got lots of shawties tryna pull up to my place
But you ain't want me last year, so just get up out my face
They all up in my inbox, so I know they want a taste
I know they want my downfall, lil' nigga are you laced?
[Chorus: Lil Tecca, Juice WRLD & Both]
I got black, I got white, what you want?
Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom
I know I'm 'bout to blow, I ain't dumb
They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom
I know that I'm gone
They see me blowin' up, now they say they want some (Uh-huh)
I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer
I see two twin opps, leave 'em on a banner (Ooh)
And I got two thick thots, wanna link the gang, yeah
I got black, I got white, what you want?
Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom
I know I'm 'bout to blow, I ain't dumb
They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom
I know that I'm gone
They see me blowin' up, now they say they want some
I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer
I see two twin opps, leave 'em on a banner (Ooh)
And I got two thick thots, wanna link the gang, yeah
[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
In the bando
Money in my pocket older than your grand folk
Pull up on your block, shoot it twice, Rambo
Dumb hoe, I'm on a roll
Jump in the pussy no geronimo
Hop out with that fuego, that flame on me for real
Bitch it's Gucci on my chains, put Django on chill
Your bitch gon' give me the neck for real
Told me that I got the sex appeal
I ain't even have to flex for real
Really getting to the check for real
She eat me up like a Happy Meal
Mickey D that bitch that's a dinner date, bae
Bitches tryna get the best of me
They tryna get my cake
She put percs in my food tryna date rape me
I can see the Cosby in you and I ain't goin' for that, aye
Finding drug stashes in my house at the age of eight
I knew then and there that I was gon' be high until my grave
I knew then and there that I was meant to never care
Perc'd out prince, 90210, Bel-Air
[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
I got black, I got white, what you want?
Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom
I know I'm 'bout to blow, I ain't dumb
They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom
I know that I'm gone
They see me blowin' up, now they say they want some
I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer
I see two twin opps, leave 'em on a banner
And I got two thick thots, wanna link the gang, yeah
[Outro: Lil Tecca]
I got red-
