Lyrics Slayed by Lil Tecca

Ooh, yeah, callin' on my name, she don't know me, yeah
Please don't call my phone, I'm off the Codeine
Always on my d**k like she the police, yeah
Wanna bring a friend, she like four deep

All these hoes gettin' slayed, damn
Molly on her tongue, she don't play, damn
I don't wan' f**k, give me face, damn
If I'm gon' f**k, leave her face down

Ridin' 'round your block with that trey pound
They don't come outside, tell 'em "Stay down"
If they come outside it's a playground
'Cause all my n***as shootin' like they Ray, now, yeah
All my n***as got it off the hit, damn
You can get robbed for your chips, damn
You can get robbed for your b*t*h, yeah
Pass it to my bro, that's an assist, yeah
All net, that's a swish, yeah
Shoot or shoot like the gym, yeah
Mix the juice with the gin, damn

Ooh yeah, all these hoes gettin' slayed, damn
Molly on her tongue, she don't play, damn
I don't wan' f**k, give me face, damn
If I'm gon' f**k, leave her face down
All these hoes gettin' slayed, damn
Molly on her tongue, she don't play, damn
I don't wan' f**k, give me face, damn
If I'm gon' f**k, leave her face down

Yeah, b*t*h, I'm Tecca sprayin' with that K now
I don't wan' come home, I'm staying late out, yeah
Bad b*t*h f**kin' with the gang now
Tecca keep a TEC, that sh*t go bling, blaow, yeah
Take a n***a b*t*h, she wan' a ring now
All you get is d**k then take your sh*t out, yeah
I don't f**k with snakes, yeah
All these n***as fake, these b*t*hes fake, ooh, yeah
Pull up on his block and with that K, do it, yeah
Yeah, we shootin' sh*t, you know the gang shoot
Countin' all this money, fingers stained blue
Yeah, I'm runnin' up, I know the gang do

Pullin' up on a jet now, yeah
Bad b*t*h givin' head
Now I'm countin' all this dead
Now I'm countin' all this dead, yeah
Yeah-yeah, oh, woah