Lester Lil Tecca

[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh (Timmy Da HitMan), oh

[Chorus]
Why you worry 'bout a nigga? Better worry 'bout yourself, uh
I just planned a heist out, I'm feelin' like I'm Lester
I'm in the back of the back of the Sprinter
I got two hoes, they chest down
Are you real? Are you fake? Bitch, I need a diamond tester
You fuck with my guide and that shit is a sign
I feel like a clock and I ain't wasting no time
Fuck all this rappin' shit, bitch, gotta rhyme
I'ma head to the top, yeah, nigga, gotta climb
Fuck up the scene and I'm payin' a fine
Went to the bank, wine 'n' dine
She know I gotta do better, yeah, took me a while just to get up

[Verse]
Got LV on the sweater, got a big stock on the Beretta
She suckin' and fuckin', I don't gotta tell her
She gave me the funds like she is a teller
Oh, no, no, keep everything that we do on the low
Then that shit gon' be fun if everybody knows
Know my day one fans wait 'til a nigga blow
And the hatin' niggas mad, 'cause they see a nigga glow
You a lil' nigga, better tell 'em get me some chips from the store
Always been myself, always cool, always had the afro
You stay with that GAT? Pack it
I got the sauce, saucin' on the fabric
She want a Moss, Moss it when she catch it
Bitch, I'm a boss, bossin' on the practice
Dumb nigga, he hackin', patch it
I'm gettin' that money, stack it
Always stay fresh, so I had to Tic-Tac it
Like A.I, I don't need practice (Yeah)