Wildin

[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