My nigga Deltah in them pots
[Prod:]
Yeah, shootin’ shit
Yeah, we shootin’ shit
Yeah, we shootin’ shit
Yeah, we shootin’ shit
Automatic clips, gotta lotta it
Whole lotta gang shit
Whole lotta gang shit
And the block got so hot, I can’t keep a Glock no more
All my niggas with the shits, we can’t sell no rock no more
All my niggas on the strip, we can’t take out locks no more
All these diamonds on my wrist, I can’t tell the time no more
[Lil Tecca:]
Ayy, It’s me and Prod, we pull up with them clips, you know we pourin’ fours
She wanna fuck me in my whip, she see them suicide doors
I see a opp, I catch a opp, If you don’t know just check the score
Shorty wan’ me spend my racks but I just wanna make some more
She say she loved but I told myself that I don’t love no more
Just hit it, play with her and win the game like I’m playin’ be sports
He say he shootin’ but I say I’m shootin’ like I’m on the court
I need a baddie that’s gon’ pull up on me in some Gucci shorts
Ayy, I been gettin’ bands, I’m like “So what?”
She wan’ Lil Tecca, so I’m feelin’ like I’m Sosa
She wanna flex all on my body like it’s yoga
My life is going up so fast like rollercoaster
[Prod:]
Yeah, shootin’ shit
Yeah, we shootin’ shit
Yeah, we shootin’ shit
Yeah, we shootin’ shit
Automatic clips, gotta lotta it
Whole lotta gang shit
Whole lotta gang shit
And the block got so hot, I can’t keep a Glock no more
All my niggas with the shits, we can’t sell no rock no more
All my niggas on the strip, we can’t take out locks no more
All these diamonds on my wrist, I can’t tell the time no more