KiKi!

[Intro] Capo [Chorus: Lil Tecca] Yeah, I'm chasin' that bag, I'm like "Okay" I'm makin' the racks, I make that shit rotate I want a Frito-Lay, yeah And I told my gang that I'ma stay the same And I got your ho, uh, I turn her to a bae I turn her to a thot, turn that bitch to a kiki I'm fuckin' your bitch, she get freaky, uh I fucked your lil' bitch, say she need me Look at my glasses, I'm geeky She bent it over, she said "Seed me," uh She lay on her back, like "Eat me," nah I know that, that bitch get treeshy, yeah [Verse 1: ronsocold] These niggas wan' be me (Ah) I'm blind to that shit (Bitch), I'm feelin' just like Stevie (Ah) One for all my slimes, I ride with that five (Blick, blick) Nigga try me and he die (Buh, buh), put a nigga in the sky (Brrat) She know I get fly, I don't need no stylist (Ah) On these drugs, I feel like a pilot (Ah) And your bitch gon' fuck with me, she say that you childish (Bitch) I don't even write no songs, I get paid from freestylin' (Ah) Way too many hoes, I don't know who to choose (Who to choose) Bitch, you not dawg, it's [?] in some shoes I stay with baby bottles, like I'm [?] (Shh) Know I'm lean, she can tell by how I move And she know I'm havin' racks (Capo) [Chorus: Lil Tecca] Yeah, I'm chasin' that bag, I'm like "Okay" I'm makin' the racks, I make that shit rotate I want a Frito-Lay, yeah And I told my gang that I'ma stay the same And I got your ho, uh, I turn her to a bae I turn her to a thot, turn that bitch to a kiki I'm fuckin' your bitch, she get freaky, uh I fucked your lil' bitch, say she need me Look at my glasses, I'm geeky She bent it over, she said "Seed me," uh She lay on her back, like "Eat me," nah I know that, that bitch get treeshy, yeah [Verse 2: Lil Tecca] Who that is? Who that is? Nah She just hit my phone and she think I am Tecca S and D, babygirl, I am Tecca I can't think of one memory that I regret ya' Fuck a lil' bitch called Rebecca, fuck Fuckin' a bitch, give me head, yeah That bitch, that bitch, she a thot on the bed, yeah She a nine-nine overall in bed Ahead of these niggas like I'm playin' chess You niggas wear chokers, got gold on my chest Your bitch on my dick while layin' on my chest Get out my inbox, lil' boy, you a mess I don't want drama, drama I ain't with that drama, it's a problem, problem Fuckin' lil' bitch on my body, she a problem, problem Calculator, lil' bitch, yeah, I got 'em, got 'em Nigga we don't have no problem, problem (Capo) Pussy-ass nigga on my body, he want some drama, drama Fuckin' lil' bitch on my body, I don't got nothin', nothin' For you, for you, get off me, outta here Oh yeah, oh yeah, nah [Outro: Lil Tecca] (Oh yeah, oh yeah)