Wit a Tec

Lyrics

[Intro] Sch-yuh, sch-yuh What? Damn Sch-yuh, sch-yuh What? (Azure) Damn [Chorus] Glock (Glock), we got MACs (We got MACs) Slimey nigga, I slimed my way to the top You wasn't on shit 'til you got a chop We got guns you can't picture, nigga, don't get cropped (Don't get cropped) Gang, say you want smoke? Ok, bet Thunder on me, bitch, I ain't Sheck, gang Ridin' round Orlando wit' a (Fa), gang, what Ridin' round Orlando wit' a TEC (Ridin' round Orlando wit' a TEC) [Verse] I want a Porsche or a Corvette (Or a Corvette) Doin' this shit, I don't break a sweat In the field, but you not, though He on that bullshit like Lonzo (Like Lonzo) Mix the Purple jeans with the Ricky Wish a nigga would, just like Timmy You ain't never touch a rack, nigga, since the stimmy (Since the stimmy), bitch You can't get shit from me, you can't gеt a penny What, you could get stabbed, likе Tommy did, Benny (Damn) I love bad bitches, man Tryna slime me out, you need another plan, gang Smokin' free stuff, smokin' Ban Ban (Ban Ban) This shit out the box, this shit Kan Jam (Kan Jam) Smokin' surfer, this shit blonde tan Niggas said I'm spook, I'm still clutchin' Gang, yo' bitch on my phone, and she hunchin' 7.6 knock his feathers if he duckin' [Chorus] Glock (Glock), we got MACs (We got MACs) Slimey nigga, I slimed my way to the top You wasn't on shit 'til you got a chop We got guns you can picture, nigga, don't get cropped (Don't get cropped) Gang Say you want smoke? Ok, bet Thunder on me, bitch, I ain't Sheck, gang Ridin' round Orlando wit' a (Fa), gang, what Ridin' round Orlando wit' a TEC (Ridin' round Orlando wit' a TEC) [Outro] A TEC, gang