TEC

[Intro: Chief Keef]

Boy, hold my jewelry, it's a pound, ayy

Brick on my wrist right now, ayy (DP on the beat)

And I'm finna go and scoop your bitch, ayy

And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks, ayy

Finna pull up on my ex, ayy

Pull up on my ex, make that bitch mad, ayy

I ain't got no fucking type of respect, ayy

But I heard you get respect with TEC's, ayy

[Chorus: Chief Keef]

Boy, hold my jewelry, it's a pound, ayy

Brick on my wrist right now, ayy

And I'm finna go and scoop your bitch, ayy

And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks, ayy

Finna pull up on my ex, ayy

Pull up on my ex, make that bitch mad, ayy

I ain't got no fucking type of respect, ayy

But I heard you get respect with TEC's, ayy

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]

D-Moe go grab the pound (D-Moe go grab the pound)

Thots coming over to suck us right now (They comin' to suck us right now)

Roll up, let's get high (Let's get high, bitch)

Smoke a nigga, fry him (Smoke a nigga, fry him, bitch)

Let him come up in this fucking house (In this house)

Pistol to his motherfuckin' mouth (To his fuckin' mouth, bang)

I told him watch his motherfuckin' mouth (Told him watch his mouth, gang)

Who the fuck talkin' now? (Talkin' now)

Flexin', look at my muscle (Look at my motherfuckin' muscle)

My truck got a muscle (Truck got a motherfuckin' muscle)

It ain't American, it's foreign (Bitch, it's foreign)

My bitch ain't American, she foreign (My bitch is foreign)

She is from Dubai (Dubai)

I got that check, then I flew by, I roll by (Flew by)

Didn't stop for nobody (Nobody)

I don't fuck with nobody (Fuck with nobody, though)

I'm hardbody, fuck your body and your party

We gon' come through, shoot your party (Shoot your party)

Who told you to party? Not Glo Gang (Glo Gang, bitch)

Fuckboy, you's a no-name (You's a no)

[Chorus: Chief Keef]

Boy, hold my jewelry, it's a pound, ayy

Brick on my wrist right now, ayy

And I'm finna go and scoop your bitch, ayy

And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks, ayy

Finna pull up on my ex, ayy

Pull up on my ex, make that bitch mad, ayy

I ain't got no fucking type of respect, ayy

But I heard you get respect with TEC's, ayy

[Verse 2: Tadoe]

I just bought a chop, let's do a hit

You wifin' her, she doing dicks

I got a 30 with a stick

I'm Glo Gang, we hella rich

These niggas hate, but niggas bitches

These niggas tellin', niggas snitches

And you know snitches, they get stitches

Pulling up and you get digits

Talking numbers, hundred rounds

Catch you lacking, it's man down

When I kill you, I'ma frown

Ain't no fucking laughing, playing around (DP on the beat)