Bag Flow Lil Tecca (Ft. Jael, Sony Dinero & Vell Viace)

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[Intro]
Why is everything chrome?
Everything is chrome in the future
[Verse 1: Sony Dinero]
Niggas still coppin, these niggas be actin', man
I got a mil' in a month for these rappers, man
I fucked your bitch in the back, Tracey, pass her man
Hundred round drum on the dick, gonna blast her man
[Verse 2: MBM Vell]
Fucked on your bitch and she lovin' the gang
Run up on me, he get left like a plant
I do the Fendi, designer the frames
RAF's on my body, you not in my lane
[Verse 3: Lil Tecca]
Need me a Rollie, I need me a Jewly (Ayy)
Don't fuck with these niggas, I feel like Judge Judy (Don't-don't, don't-don't)
I just took his bitch, man, it ain't nothin' to me (Gang)
New breesh in my pocket, yeah, this be the new me
He mad at the game 'cause his bitch wanna do me
New Patek on my wrist, the diamonds, the blue cheese
My niggas got grips, it ain't Call of Duty (Gang)
Lil' bitch I'm so young (Gang), I feel like I'm Nudy (Gang, gang, gang, gang)