Goku*

Lyrics from Snippets

[Intro]

...Oh my, oh my (We love you, Tec')

Oh my, oh my, yeah (We love you, Tecca)

[Verse]

I might just go get my wrist wet

Most of these niggas, they bitch-made

It's his birthday, give him two texts

Makin' beats like I'm Ginseng

Makin' beats like I'm Metro

'Member hoppin' on the metro

Money gets to your mental

Anti-social, not doing no friends no

They used to hate on a nigga

Now your bitch say she fuck with a nigga

I'm checkin' my bank, every time, it get bigger

Countin' checks, they ain't check on a nigga

New number, yeah, the phone keep ringin'

New number, yeah, that's ten new digits

Ten digits in the bank, yeah, that's ten new women

My bitch, we connected, don't say that she feel it

I rack up my money, it tickle the ceiling

I blend in the spot, I feelin' like chameleon

Ayy, chameleon, yeah, uh, she feelin' us, uh, yeah

Uh, been drillin' shit, uh, yeah, don't care 'bout your feelings, bitch

Yeah, these niggas, they off the shits

Crossed once, he gettin' crossed again

Big bank, it's on me, designer, it's on me, yeah

Mix the Rick with the Tommy

Got drip, no Dasani, yeah

You wanna link? What's the plot, B?

My life is an animation, no Itachi, uh

I am the top topic, uh

No wonder your bitch wanna top me

Rockin' the all lime green

Angelic, you cannot define me

Angelic, take a trip to Saudi

Know my name when they call me, uh

"Oh, that's Tecca," they don't know me, so that's what they call me

Feeling Melo, I just wanna ball, B

Wanna ball, I'm feeling like Kobe

When I ball, I feel like two-three

Got a lil' bitch, she a cutie

I know it was art when a nigga drew me

He stealin' the sauce, you can never sue me

Yeah, he stealin' my sauce, yeah, you can never sue me

Yeah, he stealin' my sauce, yeah, you can never sue me

You hop in the truck, got a lot of friends

I got a thot, so I hop in a two-seat, uh

I got a 'burban, l got a Benz

Laughing at you, 'cause your really nothin' to me

I promise, I be really seein' through niggas

It's funny, you think you can fool me? Uh

So I just be shittin' on niggas that hate on me

I just be drippin' real goopy, uh

How you just wake up and hate on a nigga that really just don't even know you, uh

I might just Super Sayian on a pussy-nigga, Kamehameha Goku, uh

You niggas is really my babies in this shit

I just got the Gucci to stroll you, uh

They comparin' these niggas to me

They can't do it like just do I gotta show you? Uh

Yeah, do I gotta do it?

I'm rockin' AF1's like Nike, Just Do It

Bro see an opp, fuck that talkin', he just do it

Yeah, yeah, leave a nigga clueless

She wanna know how I feel

Switch the vibe, I might spin off the wheel

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Sped it back up, 'cause the gang not still

Gotta ball off the backboard like O' Neil

And bro 'bout to trap, all got big bills

Drip like a llama, got four M's

I just wanna count the C-notes

And bro shootin' like he at the line, it's a free-throw like D Rose

That's three hoes for the gang, nigga, that's three more

See these glasses on my face, I can't see shit, I got 'em to see the green though

Ayy, he want me to pull up, that's 2K like Chris Smoove

And I'm real smooth, so your bitch move

And she make it dance, what the bands do?

And she make it dance, what the bands do?

[Outro]

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