Activist Lil Tecca

[Intro]
Ayy, oh, oh, oh, oh
(We got London on the track)
Bop, bop, bop
(I'm from London, got my beat from London)
Oh yeah

[Chorus]
He think he a leader, he think he an activist
Bro sippin' that Wock' or he sippin' that Activis
Brodie got the Glock, you know that he clappin' it
Run up on your bitch, nigga, I be mackin' it
You shippin' the static, nigga, gotta package it
You talkin' that shit, ha, I'm flaggin' it
You talkin' that shit, I don't know
I'm fuckin' your bitch, she won't leave me alone

[Verse]
Boy, I peep you movin' slow
Boy, I peep you peep my moves
[?] coming soon
Tryna hop on the wave, nigga, you ain't new
Opp niggas tryna copy what I'm on
Monkey see, monkey do, nigga like my son
I don't wanna be a player, nigga, Big Pun
But I had to play you niggas like Big Pun
Think this rap shit is fun? Nah, this rap shit ain't fun
Niggas gon' say you switched up, you ain't do nothing wrong
You better get busy, nigga, only busy niggas with me, nigga
I just counted up bands, like fifty, nigga
Too much racks in my jeans, don't fit me, nigga
Too much racks in my jeans, yeah
Had to get a new pair now
Feelin' like I'm somewhere, nigga, goin' up, lots of stans now
Anybody, get the flare now
Boy, you on top, yeah, where now?
I'm fuckin' a thot, don't care, oh
I keep me a TEC, go bling-baow (Yeah)