I like this song, we love you Tecca
"Why you look so mad?" (Ginseng)
"Why you look so mad all the time?"
I like
Fuck out of my face, nigga

You niggas bitches, leave me the fuck alone
I don´t even fuck with y´all, what the fuck you talkin´ ´bout?
Tecca

Just woke up, I freestyle, nigga, man, this shit don´t stop (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, rockin´ Rick Owens on my bitch, she bad, got a Gucci crop top (Yeah, yeah)
Run up on a nigga, get it lit like BIC if a nigga talkin´ hot (Bitch)
I just make new hit today, nigga 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 bitch on my dick, gettin´ top
Bitch on my dick, 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 fuck (Don´t give a fuck)
They like, "Tecca, why you so moody?" Lil´ nigga, I´m just in my mood (Why you so mad?)
I don´t fuck with you niggas, I´m not quiet, I just don´t talk to you (Talk to my bitch)
They say "Tecca, why you look mad?" Lil´ nigga, that just be my mood (My mood)
They say "Tecca, why you look mad?" Lil´ nigga, that just be my mood
Two bitches on my dick, they arguin´, nigga, like Family Feud
They say "Tecca switched up on the gang," lil´ nigga, yeah, you know it ain´t true (Fuck your gang)
Some niggas, they stole from me
Some niggas, they flopped on me (Punk-ass niggas)

Got your bitch givin´ top on me, if a nigga talkin´ hot on me (Niggas is bitches)
Man, some niggas try to steal sauce, nigga think I don´t peep that shit (Stealin´ the sauce)
Man, some niggas try to steal from my house, I peep that shit (Steal from my house)
I peeped that bitch, she move funny, nigga, I peep that shit
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 shit, 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 niggas think they angelic, I don´t even really fuck with you, bitch (Yeah)
Man this shit too easy, freestyling in the mic, really do this shit (Yeah, yeah)

Fucking so many thots, I damn near forgot I knew this bitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Man, I just got a check, I ain´t even gon´ lie, I blew this shit (10K)
Ran down on a opp crib, man, they thought we just moved in (Moved in)
I don´t fuck with no thots, I ain´t gon´ lie, they choosin´
They choosin´, you ain´t winnin´
I do this, I got your bitch and she fuck 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 fuckin´ comin´, fuck outta here, nigga

Man, these niggas bitches