HAD 2

We love you, Tec'-
Tec'-, you-, you-
Tecca
I’m on these drugs like I’m depressed
I cheat on your bitch like I cheat on a test
Too many racks in my backpack
I stay in the bank like I live there
I had to glow like a chandelier
She didn’t wanna fuck me last year
We drink Hi-Tech like it’s beer
I’m a real rock-star like Britney Spears
Count five bands on a bad day
Say he want smoke, yeah, we leave an opp in the ashtray
I came a long way
My pockets fat as hell, like Peewee Longway
These niggas hate on me, but that’s okay
I’m getting head from an IG model
Drinkin' lean straight out the bottle
Drip so hard like I hit the lotto
And you know that’s no cap
I flex so hard I got a six pack
I’m seein' cash every time I blink
I got the drip like I came out a sink
Too many drugs, I can’t think
I’m sippin' on red, I ain’t sippin' on pink
Her pussy bald like Mr. Clean
I swear this shit ain’t what it seem
I want the cash, I want the green
My niggas gon' slide like a skating rink
We trying to make an opp plank
I’m in the bank, breakin' the bank
I get paid to say what I think
I get paid to say what I think
I’m in the bank, breakin' the bank
Your girl see me, she gon' faint
I’m on these drugs like I’m depressed
I cheat on your bitch like I cheat on a test
Too many racks in my backpack
I stay in the bank like I live there
I had to glow like a chandelier
She didn’t wanna fuck me last year
We drink Hi-Tech like it’s beer
I’m a real rock-star like Britney Spears