For the Soul Lil Tecca (Ft. Lil Yachty)

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain't fuckin' around with these bitches no more
(Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid)
Pull up old school on Swishers, yeah, the rounds that's two fold

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Tecca, Tecca, and Lil Boat
Sittin' in the crowd, I hit 'em with a scope
Livin' too wild, Fendi my coat
I walk around this bitch like the Pope
Them two lil' black boys need it all
Them two lil' black boys make one call
They call them Jackboys, I ain't talkin' about Travis Scott at all

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
We do this shit, nah, for real, no joke
I just put Moncler all up on my coat
Hop in that big body, it's too cold
My bitch, they screamin', "4, 4, 4"
Tecca and Boat, Tecca and Boat
Don't gotta say it, you already know
Main bitch friend, ain't no damn hoes
Hit my blunt, it's for the soul
Hit my blunt, it's for the soul
Hit my blunt, it's for the soul
My left wrist, it got me cold
I been stuck up in my glow