Why U Look Mad By Lil Tecca
I like this song, we love you Tecca
“Why you look so mad?” (Ginseng)
“Why you look so mad all the time?”
I like-
*** out of my face, ***
You niggas ***, leave me the *** alone
I don’t even *** with y’all, what the *** you talkin’ ’bout?
Tecca
Just woke up, I freestyle, ***, man, this *** don’t stop (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, rockin’ Rick Owens on my ***, she bad, got a Gucci crop top (Yeah, yeah)
Run up on a ***, get it lit like BIC if a *** talkin’ hot (***)
I just make new hit today, *** mad ’cause I’m hot and you not (New hit)
I just pour up a deuce of that cup
Pour up a deuce of that Wock’ (That Wock’)
And your *** on my ***, gettin’ top
*** on my ***, gettin’ top (Gettin’ top)
Whole time he think he on top
He an addi’, he sippin’ on drop (On drop)
Man, I know that they don’t understand me, whole time and I don’t give a *** (Don’t give a ***)
They like, “Tecca, why you so moody?” Lil’ ***, I’m just in my mood (Why you so mad?)
I don’t *** with you niggas, I’m not quiet, I just don’t talk to you (Talk to my ***)
They say “Tecca, why you look mad?” Lil’ ***, that just be my mood (My mood)
They say “Tecca, why you look mad?” Lil’ ***, that just be my mood
Two *** on my ***, they arguin’, ***, like Family Feud
They say “Tecca switched up on the gang,” lil’ ***, yeah, you know it ain’t true (*** your gang)
Some niggas, they stole from me
Some niggas, they flopped on me (Punk-ass niggas)
Got your *** givin’ top on me, if a *** talkin’ hot on me (Niggas is ***)
Man, some niggas try to steal sauce, *** think I don’t peep that *** (Stealin’ the sauce)
Man, some niggas try to steal from my house, I peep that *** (Steal from my house)
I peeped that ***, she move funny, ***, I peep that ***
And you think that you gotta watch the opps, whole time, you gotta watch your clique (Watch your own gang)
And I see the gang do funny ***, whole time I gotta make that click (On gang)
And I know who was real right that one day I got hit (I got hit)
Man, these niggas think they angelic, I don’t even really *** with you, *** (Yeah)
Man this *** too easy, freestyling in the mic, really do this *** (Yeah, yeah)
*** so many thots, I damn near forgot I knew this *** (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Man, I just got a check, I ain’t even gon’ lie, I blew this *** (10K)
Ran down on a opp crib, man, they thought we just moved in (Moved in)
I don’t *** with no thots, I ain’t gon’ lie, they choosin’
They choosin’, you ain’t winnin’
I do this, I got your *** and she *** with the clique
I don’t got no clique, I just gotta die
I stir up the pot, bro sippin’ that ‘Wock
He can’t even walk, I got the gas, no NOS
Gas, no NOS, gas, no NOS
Ay, shout out Ginseng
You know how we ***’ comin’, *** outta here, ***
Man, these niggas ***