Wildin

[Intro: Lil Tecca &  Warhol.SS]

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Uh-uh (Bop), ooh (Uh)

(Menoh)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Tecca]

Yeah, ooh, she wildin', wildin', she do her thing, thing

I got the chopper on me to let it bang, bang

Money over bitches, all my niggas say the same thing

Real Angelic, all my niggas on the same team

Say hello to my little friend, automatic chopper

Warhol sending shots like a nigga at the doctor

She go off with her bottom, but I only want the top, yeah

And I'm goin' up fast and a nigga can't stop, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]

Ooh, she wildin', wildin', she do her thing

I got the chopper on me to let it bang

Put him on a white tee like he was a stain

And my first name Tyler, so it's Golf on my chain

Why these niggas on my dick? Better stay in your lane, yeah

Nigga, go support, 'cause I'm hot like a flame

Yeah, these niggas, they some bitches like a dog, get tamed

Yeah, she say, "You want my love?" I want a little like a grain

[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]

You could only feel good, if you bad

You could only feel happy, if you feel sad

Nigga got LSD, on a lil' tab

She just swallowed all my kids, now I'm feelin' like a lil' dad

Oops, that's your bitch, now you're lil' mad

"Did It Again" just hit five mill', know I'm real glad

Yeah, he talkin' on the internet, I know where he stay at

And you lookin' for your bae on my dick, where your bae at? Yeah

I can't trust a nigga, I can't trust a nigga, no

Talkin shit on the 'gram, but in person want a photo

I ain't really have to practice, I was just a proto'

Fucked with you, that was past tense, I don't really know though

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Tecca]

Yeah, ooh, she wildin', wildin', she do her thing, thing

I got the chopper on me to let it bang, bang

Money over bitches, all my niggas say the same thing

Real Angelic, all my niggas on the same team

Say hello to my little friend, automatic chopper

Warhol sending shots like a nigga at the doctor

She go off with her bottom, but I only want the top, yeah

And I'm goin' up fast and a nigga can't stop, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]

Ooh, she wildin', wildin', she do her thing

I got the chopper on me to let it bang

Put him on a white tee like he was a stain

And my first name Tyler, so it's Golf on my chain

Why these niggas on my dick? Better stay in your lane, yeah

Nigga, go support, 'cause I'm hot like a flame

Yeah, these niggas, they some bitches like a dog, get tamed

Yeah, she say, "You want my love?" I want a little like a grain

[Verse 2: Warhol.SS]

I flew the birds out the trap in the South, yeah

Told him it's a kick door, so we in your house, yeah

Pussy nigga playin' like a cat, no mouse, yeah

Rock out like LaChappelle Show, fuck your couch, yeah

Runtz in my line so I'm gone off the Earth, uh

Livin' this life was a blessin' and a curse, uh

Tell him if he scared go to church, uh-huh

Swear I had to get it out the dirt, uh-huh

Chopper on me, nigga, no Nerf, uh-huh

Pop out at an angle like I'm Kurt, uh-huh

Soldiers out, attention, on alert, uh-huh

Got these niggas jugged, you know it's worth it, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Tecca]

Yeah, ooh, she wildin', wildin', she do her thing, thing

I got the chopper on me to let it bang, bang

Money over bitches, all my niggas say the same thing

Real Angelic, all my niggas on the same team

Say hello to my little friend, automatic chopper

Warhol sending shots like a nigga at the doctor

She go off with her bottom, but I only want the top, yeah

And I'm goin' up fast and a nigga can't stop, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]

Ooh, she wildin', wildin', she do her thing

I got the chopper on me to let it bang

Put him on a white tee like he was a stain

And my first name Tyler, so it's Golf on my chain

Why these niggas on my dick? Better stay in your lane, yeah

Nigga, go support, 'cause I'm hot like a flame

Yeah, these niggas, they some bitches like a dog, get tamed

Yeah, she say, "You want my love?" I want a little like a grain