7.62 Galore

They keep saying that I'm Tecca but I tote a Glock Steady claiming I can't fade but we ain't never fought Niggas really claiming that they gang until we in da car Make my days into a movie I'll be Rated-R Sliding in dis bitch without no license this a stolen car I'm in here cooling it wit Kj bumping Drac Talk Niggas think I'm playing when I said I'll take they face off Tens, nines, Seven six twos made him Ray Charles Like f*ck a intermission, balling da whole forty minutes My dawg gon call em off the bench and make em switch positions Done ate the food right off his plate and made him do the dishes Cooking shit without a stove I'm screaming f*ck a kitchen Got two options win or win cause I ain't used to losing And Just like Nike chase a check is what dese hoes ain't doing I ain't scared of shit but god I swear I'll send you two hin Yo dawg gon hesitate, my dawg keep asking when we shooting Take a left and bend the corner and go straight away I got a Draco dis bitch thumping like the eight o' eights This shit gon change yo fucking life and make yo world quake This bitch gon f*ck and suck the team just like she getting paid Ain't no cape around his neck he couldn't save the day Dat boy don't even got a dollar he ain't making plays He said he smoking hella pounds bout only got a eighth Upped the glock and now he shaking like he getting paid That boy done jumped inside that water don't know how to swim He said lil Kenny ain't on shit but that ain't what it is We gon kick the door we swangin shit oh yeah we bumming in Oh my bad, oh yeah we coming in Glocks don't got no safety why the f*ck would I be sparring you Backdoor Kick tf down Bitch we coming through Hands up Please don't make a sound Or we gon shoot Lay down down Tryna play god He gon be seeing you Bitch