[Intro: Lil Tecca]
Uno
Yeah
[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
I know everything gon' hit
She said, "How you livin' like this?"
She said, "How you livin' like that?"
I make all my money back-flip
I don't even want a photo
I know I been feelin' so-so
I could keep it on the low-low
They don't gotta know, they don't gotta know
She got a nigga, she doin' him cold
In my DM's, he don't gotta know
I do my thing, she hittin' my phone
He don't gotta know, he don't gotta know
I'm in your city, but I'm 'bout to go
Yeah, I'm that nigga, they already know
She told me, "Tecca, keep it on the low"
He don't gotta know, he don't gotta know, yeah
[Verse 1: Pasto Flocco]
Put the gang on me on the go
Out the way, bitch, we on the low
Where that drank? Told him ship it over
Put that pack in, I'm a stoner
Yeah, the racks make 'em come closer
Relax, man, that shit—
Relax, man, that shit over
She wanna know where my head been
She wanna know if I'm sober
She used to be on my Heaven
Now I'm here, Home Alone her
Baby, you ain't get the message
Baby sittin', left without closure
Keep my space with these peasants
Can't let 'em get no closer, oh yeah
[Verse 2: Lil Tecca]
I will not let 'em get close, no
Takin' my flick, post, woah
They don't wanna play they role, no
I might do what I chose, for sure
I don't play catch-up when it's slow
I don't play catch-up with a ho
They know that I'm a threat in that mode
They should go and put my fits on Vogue
[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
I know everything gon' hit
She said, "How you livin' like this?"
She said, "How you livin' like that?"
I make all my money back-flip
I don't even want a photo
I know I been feelin' so-so
I could keep it on the low-low
They don't gotta know, they don't gotta know
She got a nigga, she doin' him cold
In my DM's, he don't gotta know
I do my thing, she hittin' my phone
He don't gotta know, he don't gotta know
I'm in your city, but I'm 'bout to go
Yeah, I'm that nigga, they already know
She told me, "Tecca, keep it on the low"
He don't gotta know, he don't gotta know, yeah
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