歌词
I like this song, we love you Tecca
"Why you look so mad?" (Ginseng)
"Why you look so mad all the time?"
I like—
**** out of my face, *****
You *****s *******, leave me the **** alone
I don't even **** with y'all, what the **** you talkin' 'bout?
Tecca
Just woke up, I freestyle, *****, man
This **** don't stop (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, rockin' Rick Owens on my *****
She bad, got a Gucci crop top (Yeah, yeah)
Run up on a *****, get it lit like BIC if a ***** talkin' hot (*****)
I just make new hit today
***** mad 'cause I'm hot and you not (New hit)
I just pour up a deuce of that cup
Pour up a deuce of that Wock' (That Wock')
And your ***** on my ****, gettin' top
***** on my ****, gettin' top (Gettin' top)
Whole time he think he on top
He an addi', he sippin' on drop (On drop)
Man, I know that they don't understand me
Whole time and I don't give a **** (Don't give a ****)
They like, "Tecca, why you so moody?" Lil' *****
I'm just in my mood (Why you so mad?)
I don't **** with you *****s, I'm not quiet
I just don't talk to you (Talk to my *****)
They say "Tecca, why you look mad?"
Lil' *****, that just be my mood (My mood)
They say "Tecca, why you look mad?"
Lil' *****, that just be my mood
Two ******* on my ****, they arguin', *****, like Family Feud
They say "Tecca switched up on the gang,"
Lil' *****, yeah, you know it ain't true (**** your gang)
Some *****s, they stole from me
Some *****s, they flopped on me (Punk-ass *****s)
Got your ***** givin' top on me
If a ***** talkin' hot on me (*****s is *******)
Man, some *****s try to steal sauce
***** think I don't peep that **** (Stealin' the sauce)
Man, some *****s try to steal from my house
I peep that **** (Steal from my house)
I peeped that *****, she move funny, *****, I peep that ****
And you think that you gotta watch the opps
Whole time, you gotta watch your clique (Watch your own gang)
And I see the gang do funny ****
Whole time I gotta make that click (On gang)
And I know who was real right that one day I got hit (I got hit)
Man, these *****s think they angelic
I don't even really **** with you, ***** (Yeah)
Man this **** too easy, freestyling in the mic
Really do this **** (Yeah, yeah)
****ing so many thots
I damn near forgot I knew this ***** (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Man, I just got a check, I ain't even gon' lie, I blew this **** (10K)
Ran down on a opp crib, man
They thought we just moved in (Moved in)
I don't **** with no thots, I ain't gon' lie, they choosin'
They choosin', you ain't winnin'
I do this, I got your ***** and she **** with the clique
I don't got no clique, I just gotta die
I stir up the pot, bro sippin' that 'Wock
He can't even walk, I got the gas, no NOS
Gas, no NOS, gas, no NOS
Ay, shout out Ginseng
You know how we comin', **** outta here
Man, these *****s *******
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