Wildin Lil Tecca (Ft. Warhol.SS)

[Intro: Lil Tecca & Warhol.SS]
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Uh-uh (Bop), ooh (Uh)
(Menoh)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Tecca]
Yeah, ooh, she wildin', wildin', she do her thing, thing
I rock the chopper on me to let it bang, bang
Money over bitches, all my niggas say the same thing
Real Angelic, all my niggas on the same thing
Say hello to my little friend, automatic chopper
Warhol sending shots like a nigga at the doctor
She goin' off with her bottom, but I only want the top, yeah
And I'm goin' up fast and a nigga can't stop, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
Ooh, she wildin', wildin', she do her thing
I got the chopper on me to let it bang
Put him on a white tee like he was a stain
And my first name Tyler, so it's Golf on my chain
Why these niggas on my dick? Better stay in your lane, yeah
Nigga gon' support, 'cause I'm hot like a flame
Yeah, these niggas, they some bitches like a dog, get tamed
Yeah, she say, "You want my love?" I want a little like a grain

[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]
You could only feel good, if you bad
You could only feel happy, if you feel sad
Nigga got LSD on a lil' chad
She just swallowed all my kids, now I'm feelin' like a lil' dad
Oops, that's your bitch, now you're lil' mad
"Did It Again" just hit five mill', now I'm real glad
Yeah, he talkin' on the internet, I know where he stay at
And you lookin' for your bae, on my dick, where your bae at? Yeah
I can't trust a nigga, I can't trust a nigga, no
Talkin shit on the 'Gram, but in person want a photo
I ain't really have to practice, I was just a proto'
Fucked with you, that was past tense, I don't really know though