Rick & Vlone

[Intro: Lil Tecca] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Now you sky high) [Chorus: Lil Tecca] Rick Owens, Raf Simons, all the same shit Got a bad ho to my side, she ain't basic This an angelic flow, nigga, you ain't make this If it's not USD, you can't make a payment Countin' this blue like I'm holdin' the sky I already know that she gon' waste my time And sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in my prime Stay down 'til you come up, we all finna shine [Post-Chorus: Lil Tecca] You look at my jeans and it say Number (N)ine And they be like, "Tec', you repeating your lines" And they ain't get that shit, had to say it two times Used to think when I'm famous what it's finna be like [Verse 1: Lil Tecca] Eater, eater, eater Shawty wanna be a eater, freak on me, yeah No, I can't keep her, she a dubski I might take you overtime, we goin' OT I might take you overseas Took your bitch, yeah, we goin' Belize She say she love me, boy, I cannot believe I told her turn around, that fatty, I squeeze That bitch, she on her knees, she givin' me–, eh Brodie on his block, he gon' let it squeeze Niggas sharin' bitches, y'all be dirty Oh, you on that block gettin' dirty money Remember when they wasn't fuckin' with me [Chorus: Lil Tecca & Prod] Rick Owens, Raf Simons, all the same shit Got a bad ho to my side, she ain't basic This an angelic flow, nigga, you ain't make this If it's not USD, you can't make a payment Countin' this blue like I'm holdin' the sky I already know that she gon' waste my time And sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in my prime Stay down 'til you come up, we all finna shine Rick Owens, Raf Simons, all the same shit Got a bad ho to my side, she ain't basic This an angelic flow, nigga, you ain't make this If it's not USD, you can't make a payment Countin' this blue like I'm holdin' the sky I already know that she gon' waste my time And sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in my prime Stay down 'til you come up, we all finna shine (Let's go) [Verse 2: Prod] Got squares all over my soles New Off-White came from Virgil Abloh The Louis collab', it came with a bow New bag came in, gave it to my ho New Balenci' cost a lot of dough New trainer runners, get 'em by the low New Fendi pouch, I got a lot of those New VETEMENTS, it got a lot of holes Me and KD been spendin' a lot of dough All this money, it look like we movin' snow Me and Tecca been movin' across the globe In Jamaica, we smokin' a lot of dro I had to wake up and get to the bag Got out my feelings and got in my bag And I'ma go upgrade to the Jag Remember them days when we used to have rags I'ma go pour a four on the rocks Hop in my coupe and skrrt off the lot New CLA coupe, I'm droppin' the top New Benz on forgies, hear the exhaust If you ain't my slime then you gettin' cropped If you is an opp then you gettin' popped And I keep a big tool up in the box I got a forty round clip in this Glock [Refrain: Prod] Just got a new bag, hello? Got a new bitch on go I got to go to the store I'm rockin' that new VLONE Just got a new bag, hello? Got a new bitch on go I got to go to the store I'm rockin' that new VLONE Just got a new bag, hello? Got a new bitch on go I got to go to the store I'm rockin' that new VLONE Just got a new bag, hello? Got a new bitch on go I got to go to the store I'm rockin' that new VLONE