Prod by Tec

[Intro]

Yeah

[Chorus]

Yeah, I got a whole lot of memories

Same niggas that I made into the enemies

Waste no time, I don't waste no energy

Back up the flocko and then I'ma let it scream

Started with like five hundred dollars then I turned million dollars, yeah

Creep up on me, you get hit with a stick

I flipped the bands, finna call up my kicks

Now she want a tag, want some clout for the flicks

I'm in her system, yeah, I'm in it like Vicks, yeah

Say, "Au revoir," oh, treesh fuck his

Now I'm going all fast, now I got to focus

Now I'm tryna make it better now, I'm tryna grow a biz

This a freestyle, nigga, oh, who wrote this? (We love you, Tecca)

[Verse]

Yeah, got a lot of memories, you was just on the phone with me

I was fucking you good, yeah, you changing up the tone on me

We don't worry 'bout you niggas, yeah, we don't condone you

I turned the Rollie, you know I two-tone on it

Going up faster, you know that I got to focus

Flipping the pack out, got the plug on the phone with me

Yeah I saw the hate, I do not know

We came from the ground, we grew from the floor

She said it was cheap, I gave her Juno

She gotta go home, yeah

[Chorus]

Yeah, I got a whole lot of memories

Same niggas that I made into the enemies

Waste no time, I don't waste no energy

Back up the flocko and then I'ma let it scream

Started with like five hundred dollars then I turned million dollars, yeah

Creep up on me, you get hit with a stick

I flipped the bands, finna call up my kicks

Now she want a tag, want some clout for the flicks

I'm in her system, yeah, I'm in it like Vicks, yeah

Say, "Au revoir," oh, treesh fuck his

Now I'm going all fast, now I got to focus

Now I'm tryna make it better now, I'm tryna grow a biz

This a freestyle, nigga, oh, who wrote this?

Yeah, I got a whole lot of memories

Same niggas that I made into the enemies

Waste no time, I don't waste no energy

Back up the flocko and then I'ma let it scream

Started with like five hundred dollars then I turned million dollars, yeah

Creep up on me, you get hit with a stick

I flipped the bands, finna call up my kicks

Now she want a tag, want some clout for the flicks

I'm in her system, yeah, I'm in it like Vicks, yeah

Say, "Au revoir," oh, treesh fuck his

Now I'm going all fast, now I got to focus

Now I'm tryna make it better now, I'm tryna grow a biz

This a freestyle, nigga, oh, who wrote this?

[Outro]

Who wrote this?

Yeah, who wrote this?

Who wrote this?