Lil Tecca - REPEAT IT feat. Gunna

Jore & zpoppa - minimi (feat purplape).m4a

Lyrics: 

[Intro]
ey, ey, ey (Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)

[Chorus]
Shorty too bad, I might need me another one (another one)
Fuckin' her friend, now she call me the troublesome (troublesome)
Hop out the jet, countin' racks by the hunnid sum (racks)
Talkin’ that flex, but they know they ain't one of us (nah)
I get that check, then I run it up, run it up (run it up)
Drip like a faucet, my diamonds just flooded up (flooded up)
Shorty get nasty, she eat it up, eat it up (eat it up)
Hop in the Lam’ and I speed it up, speed it up (skrrt)

[Verse 1]
She in the back of the Maybach (Maybach)
Told her sit back, let me lay back (lay back)
I ain't got time for the chit-chat (nope)
50 round drum make 'em zig-zag (brrr)
Shorty want love, but I told her relax (relax)
I ain't no hubby, I’m stuck in these racks (racks)
She throw it back, make it clap-clap (clap)
She ride the wave like a jet-ski attack (whoa)
Walk in the club, I don't look at the tag (nah)
Spend what I want 'cause I get it right back (yeah)
Hundred on chains, and they sit on my back (ice)
I mix the Wock' with the Sprite and the Act (woah)

[Pre-Chorus]
I just need racks, racks (racks)
Shorty got ass, ass (ass)
We in the back, back (back)
I hit the gas, gas (gas)
They throwin’ shade, they mad (mad)
I ran it up, too fast (fast)
Diamonds be hittin’, they flash (flash)
Too many baddies, they clash (woah)

[Chorus]
Shorty too bad, I might need me another one (another one)
Fuckin' her friend, now she call me the troublesome (troublesome)
Hop out the jet, countin' racks by the hunnid sum (racks)
Talkin’ that flex, but they know they ain't one of us (nah)
I get that check, then I run it up, run it up (run it up)
Drip like a faucet, my diamonds just flooded up (flooded up)
Shorty get nasty, she eat it up, eat it up (eat it up)
Hop in the Lam’ and I speed it up, speed it up (skrrt)

[Verse 2]
Walk in the mall, drop a check on some Louie (Louie)
Fuck up a bag, I ain’t worried, I do it (do it)
Shorty too freaky, she ride it like Suzuki (vroom)
Told her don’t talk, just get straight to the chewy (whoa)
Bands in my pocket, got knots, got knots (knots)
Shorty keep callin’, I block, I block (block)
Hop in the Benz and I drop that top (skrrt)
Flex on these boys, I ain't never gon’ stop (nah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Shorty keep blowin’ my phone up (ring-ring)
I don’t do love, keep the pole tucked (brrr)
I hit the gas, make the tires cut (skrrt)
Broke boy mad, he ain’t one of us (nah)

[Chorus]
Shorty too bad, I might need me another one (another one)
Fuckin' her friend, now she call me the troublesome (troublesome)
Hop out the jet, countin' racks by the hunnid sum (racks)
Talkin’ that flex, but they know they ain't one of us (nah)
I get that check, then I run it up, run it up (run it up)
Drip like a faucet, my diamonds just flooded up (flooded up)
Shorty get nasty, she eat it up, eat it up (eat it up)
Hop in the Lam’ and I speed it up, speed it up (skrrt)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Whoa, whoa, whoah

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