[Intro: Lil Tecca]
Whrr!
Yo, Autumn!
Rrr!
Skrr
[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]
She hit up my line and she tell me she love me, in the back of my head, I know she could do better (She could do better)
Her new nigga vibe is not hittin' the same, but I really know it's because I get her wetter (I get her wetter)
I don't wanna send you a message, I give you this audio, baby girl, this is a letter (This is a letter)
You don't wanna act like my B, so you can be an X, gave you chances but you picked the letter (Yeah-yeah)
I know that she gon' feel the vibe (Yeah, let's go), feel it off the emoji and off of the message I send her (Let's go)
I know I'm an angel, angelically (Let's go), no wonder why these bitches want to marry me? (I know)
No sir, I can't let these boys get the best of me (I know)
Pull on your block and we pop 'em like ecstasy (I know, ayy)
Still remember when these bitches was dubbin' me (Yeah)
And they didn't know they needed my company (Yeah)
But these bitches only want you for currency (Yeah)
Remember niggas actin' like they ain't heard of me (Watch the change)
Now them niggas, they be like "What's the word?" to me (Zzz)
Even niggas, they be hoes for publicity
Future bright but they gon' shit on my history
I'm that nigga, I'm like "Boy, are you kiddin' me?"
Only seventeen, but you still a kid to me
All these rackies, clearly I got the victory (Yeah)
All my old thotties, yeah, they be missin' me (Yeah, yeah)
If I wasn't me, then shit, I'd be missin' me
Bust it baby, mix it up with the Christian tee (Yeah, yeah)
Heard my vocals and she said that it's heavenly (Yeah)
I'm the main ingredient up in the recipe
Don't want something, tweet it, man, you can't get to me
I'm not rapping, man, I mean that shit literally
I be drippin' with this everything that you see, yeah (Yeah-yeah, bitch)
Whrr!
Yo, Autumn!
Rrr!
Skrr
[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]
She hit up my line and she tell me she love me, in the back of my head, I know she could do better (She could do better)
Her new nigga vibe is not hittin' the same, but I really know it's because I get her wetter (I get her wetter)
I don't wanna send you a message, I give you this audio, baby girl, this is a letter (This is a letter)
You don't wanna act like my B, so you can be an X, gave you chances but you picked the letter (Yeah-yeah)
I know that she gon' feel the vibe (Yeah, let's go), feel it off the emoji and off of the message I send her (Let's go)
I know I'm an angel, angelically (Let's go), no wonder why these bitches want to marry me? (I know)
No sir, I can't let these boys get the best of me (I know)
Pull on your block and we pop 'em like ecstasy (I know, ayy)
Still remember when these bitches was dubbin' me (Yeah)
And they didn't know they needed my company (Yeah)
But these bitches only want you for currency (Yeah)
Remember niggas actin' like they ain't heard of me (Watch the change)
Now them niggas, they be like "What's the word?" to me (Zzz)
Even niggas, they be hoes for publicity
Future bright but they gon' shit on my history
I'm that nigga, I'm like "Boy, are you kiddin' me?"
Only seventeen, but you still a kid to me
All these rackies, clearly I got the victory (Yeah)
All my old thotties, yeah, they be missin' me (Yeah, yeah)
If I wasn't me, then shit, I'd be missin' me
Bust it baby, mix it up with the Christian tee (Yeah, yeah)
Heard my vocals and she said that it's heavenly (Yeah)
I'm the main ingredient up in the recipe
Don't want something, tweet it, man, you can't get to me
I'm not rapping, man, I mean that shit literally
I be drippin' with this everything that you see, yeah (Yeah-yeah, bitch)
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