SHOOTERS Lil Tecca

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Yeah, yeah
(Keep that, Paryo)
(We love you, Tecca)

[Chorus]
Shooters, no talkin'
You want it? Then bargain
I got some racks all on my noggin
You talkin' hot, aim at your noggin
Said that I'm back, it's trouble (Yeah)
I cannot slack (Yeah), if you want to (Yeah)
I cannot nap, if you want to (Woah)
I cannot lack (Woah), your bro do (Woah)

[Post-Chorus]
Woah (Woah), these niggas, they stealin' the drip (Drip)
I drop a lil' bag on my fit (Fit)
I get in my bag, make a hit (Hit)
Woah (Woah), you worried 'bout me, you a bitch (Yeah)
All of that gossip lame as shit (Shit now)
They must be sayin' how Tecca don't miss (Don't miss now)

[Verse]
So nonsense (So nonsense), on offense, no, you can't phase me
Goin' so fast, skrrtin' off the scene, feelin' like a nigga can't chase mе
That's your shawty? Then why she call me baby?
Got thе sauce, you can't find it at Macy's
I could play all positions, bitch, I feel like I'm KD
Got a Glock and it don't got a safety
Thoughts trapped, these niggas ain't showin' no love
Your ho, she choosin', ain't gettin' money, just know you a dub
Movin' different when you think you winnin', are you kidding?
I got bad thots and they say they love just how I'm livin'