Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Run that back, Turbo)

Yeah, yeah (Wheezy outta here)

I got like 30 bitches, now I need like 30 bands
That nigga hating but he was a fan, ayy
Got your bitch, she on my body and she is a fan
I´m with the gang and we getting money
Yeah, and why you talking? You don´t want that (Nah)
And all these feds don´t want no comeback (Yeah)
Pack a nigga like a lunch-pack
Showin´ love, don´t want no love back, nah

Niggas they wildin´, wildin´
Bitches they wildin´, wildin´
And she say she want me, I like it
She givin´ me neck, she excited
Shit, I ain´t gon´ lie, kinda like it

After this, tell her she mine, like, ayy
VLONE ??? and the ??? is great
Bad bitch wanna fuck but she still gotta pay

I got like 30 bitches, now I need like 30 bands
That nigga hating but he was a fan, ayy
Got your bitch, she on my body and she is a fan
I´m with the gang and we getting money
Yeah, and why you talking? You don´t want that (Nah)
And all these feds don´t want no comeback (Yeah)
Pack a nigga like a lunch-pack
Showin´ love, don´t want no love back, nah
I got like 30 bitches, now I need like 30 bands
That nigga hating but he was a fan, ayy
Got your bitch, she on my body and she is a fan
I´m with the gang and we getting money
Yeah, and why you talking? You don´t want that

And all these feds don´t want no comeback
Pack a nigga like a lunch-pack
Showin´ love, don´t want no love back, nah

Nah, nah, nah, nah (Run that back, Turbo)
Nah, nah, nah, nah (Wheezy outta here)

Goin´ up, how could I fall?
Goin´ up, how could I fall?
Young nigga really finna ball
Fuckin´ in the spot, L.O.L
Say you gettin´ money, put it on a scale
Summer, she get burnt, in the winter she get pale
Shippin´ out a pack through the motherfuckin´ mail
If drippin´ was a crime, nigga, I would go to jail
I humble a nigga, he think he gon´ go up

I go to the ???, nigga gon´ load up
2017, like "Tecca won´t blow up"
Keep that same energy, nigga gon´ glow up
Now I speak Guapenese, bad bitches toppin´ me, fuck niggas off me, yeah
Ain´t nobody stoppin´ me, nobody stoppin´ me, nobody stoppin´ me
Yeah, angelic, it´s a part of me
Yeah, bad bitches, it´s a part of me
Countin´ all this green, it´s a part of me
??? the money, fuck around and make it company

I got like 30 bitches, now I need like 30 bands
That nigga hating but he was a fan, ayy
Got your bitch, she on my body and she is a fan
I´m with the gang and we getting money
Yeah, and why you talking? You don´t want that (Nah)

And all these feds don´t want no comeback (Yeah)
Pack a nigga like a lunch-pack
Showin´ love, don´t want no love back, nah
I got like 30 bitches, now I need like 30 bands
That nigga hating but he was a fan, ayy
Got your bitch, she on my body and she is a fan
I´m with the gang and we getting money
Yeah, and why you talking? You don´t want that (Nah)
And all these feds don´t want no comeback (Yeah)
Pack a nigga like a lunch-pack
Showin´ love, don´t want no love back, nah

Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Run that back, Turbo

Wheezy outta here