Gusher TEC

[Intro: TEC]
Whole lot of green money, I just like blue hundreds
She just a freak bitch, she toot up too special

[Chorus: TEC]
I fuck up designer stores, I got a shoe fetish
Fuckin' and fuckin' the finest hoes, they say I'm too petty
I swear whenever it's time to blow, my Spiders too ready
Whatever in front of 'em, they shootin' at it
Put the TEC on your crew, that's a group message
And I'm smokin' on Gusher, nigga don't want no pressure
They think we'll catch up, they mustard
Condiments off, but they fucked up
Still got them green hundreds, I just like blue better
Broke nigga never seen money, you gotta do better

[Verse 1: TEC]
Tell them hoes less shit, I don't hear 'em
If a nigga ain't talkin' no M's
Tried to tax, bitch, we want in
'Til them packs make the racks come in
Got a dick where the clip go in
Security try to pat us, we don't even go in
Can't get the pole in, motherfuck the show then
'Cause it could go down, nigga never go in
You could never know how
We kill 'em and they goin' soft
Then I go and take a bleach bath to wash all the gunpowder off
Hoes fucking the gang for clout
But they don't get nothin', we change 'em out
When I'm bustin' a nut, I aim for mouth
Like bitch, don't forget why you came around (Stupid ass ho)
And the shoes that I'm rockin' look like Huarches, but these Versaces
Fresh out the P for watching
Pouring lean, rest in peace Speaker Knockerz
I got a shooter in the car fetish
Plus my money up, so I'm war ready
Say they wanted war 'til they brought pressure
Now they singin' and pissin' like R. Kelly (Them niggas tellin')