ABOUT YOU

[Intro: Lil Tecca]

Yeah, we be on this side, yeah, we be on this side

Yeah, yeah (Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid)

Yeah, we be on this side, yeah, we be on this side

Yeah, yeah (We love you, Tecca)

We on this side (Internet Money, bitch), yeah, we be on this side

Yeah, we be on this side, yeah, we be on this side

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]

How you get cropped out the picture?

Doin' shit you ain't ever seen, my nigga (Yeah)

And she be off a bean, no filter

Tell me what I gotta do to get that mixture

Everything seems so smooth, so cool

Know I'ma stay real but I don't know about you

Yeah, I don't know about you

If I go M.I.A, just know it's not about you

[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]

Bitches, they be flockin' to the left side

And all the birds, they be flockin' to the bread, right

If it don't work first, do it ten times

Before you see that green light, you see that red light

I could text them, yeah, I won't text send

And I won't love a thot, yeah, that's what Tec' said

All these dollar bills, turn 'em to my best friend

If I send 'em shooters, let 'em know who sent them, yeah

Woah (Yeah), on the real, I really had to be real with you

Woah (Yeah), on the real, she don't even need no filter

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]

How you get cropped out the picture?

Doin' shit you ain't ever seen, my nigga

And she be off a bean, no filter

Tell me what I gotta do to get that mixture

Everything seems so smooth, so cool

Know I'ma stay real but I don't know about you

Yeah, I don't know about you

If I go M.I.A, just know it's not about you

[Verse 2: NAV]

In my penthouse, I been vibing on the West side (West side)

Always baked, it took a while to get my bread right

You might think she average but shawty my type (My type)

Her body started looking better 'cause the head right

I know I'm from the Six but I'm from the West end (West end)

But I can hit your girl and she gon' bring her best friend (Let's go)

Tryna stay low-key, my boys be bringing packs in (Oh)

I don't gotta front, they know I get the backend (Yeah, woah, yeah, yeah)

On the real, I just had to be real with you (Yeah, woah)

I just popped a bean and I'ma speak with no filter (Woah)

You ain't trust my vision, now you cropped out the picture

Paid for all your cases like I did that shit with you

I don't got no filter, I'm never coming to get you (Woah)

If you just kept it real, I would be countin' up with you (Kept it real)

[Bridge: NAV]

I'm a one man army and I see hate on my radar (Oh-oh)

Ready for the smoke, I keep a AK for AR (Oh-oh)

Smokin' weed all day, I'm kicked up watchin' the playoffs (Oh-oh)

'Cause I'm still makin' money when I'm takin' a day off (Oh-oh)

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]

How you get cropped out the picture?

Doin' shit you ain't ever seen, my nigga

And she be off a bean, no filter

Tell me what I gotta do to get that mixture

Everything seems so smooth, so cool

Know I'ma stay real but I don't know about you

Yeah, I don't know about you

If I go M.I.A, just know it's not about you

[Outro: Lil Tecca]

How you get cropped out the picture?

Doin' shit you ain't ever seen, my nigga

And she be off a bean, no filter

Tell me what I gotta do to get that mixture

Everything seems so smooth, so cool

Know I'ma stay real but I don't know about you

Yeah, I don't know about you

If I go M.I.A, just know it's not about you