TEC (feat. manimolly)

All of my bruddas, they smokin' on Ganja, yeah Yeah, they roll like that weed I get that high and I feel like a Bee Run up on me, you get put on a T I got a scope, ACOG We finna make you bleed, yeah We gon' put you on a T, yeah I got to trap out that spot My brudda sippin' on wock Run up on me, you get knocked My brudda walkin' with chops, ayy All my niggas, yeah they in the A I'm in a jet, and we go to L.A We finna put that boy in his place You know my chop gon' spray I got that bag like an athlete Run up on me, you get put in this pack I got that chopper, boy, I cannot lack We finna leave that boy in the past Shotout to Kobe, I'm smokin' on thrax Got a big bag Run up on me, you get put in the past Got jet lag, yeah All my niggas, they keepin' a weapon Run in your house, I'm a felon My nigga chill in the west end No, I can't go back to that flow He finna cry, that boy is a hoe I do not fish, but I got a pole Walk in that bitch with a pole Bad bitch gave me throat Make him spiritual bitch, no soul Give him fentanyl, he on the floor Tell that bitch, let me drive the boat Won't f*ck that hoe like no I got cars, expensive clothes Bought my bitch Versace Rolls Broke bitch, probably need a loan Tell that bitch, leave me alone Bad lil' hoe know all my songs Feel like Saive gas through the bone Don't want her, just tryna bone her She say my name, don't know her Got a bone to pick, she play with my boner She got a bone to- All of my brothers, they smokin' on ganja, yeah They roll like that weed F*ck that hoe and I put her to sleep Yo, bitch, she ate the meat Sellin' packs from A to Z Out through the land Not, blue got see-through lens She wan' f*ck hoe, it depends Lil' bitch, pull up your pants Bitch, give me brain Won't cuff that hoe, no ring In the mosh pit, riotin She want' f*ck like ok then She won't f*ck cause my cadence Don't want her, she a knat I'm with Saive, we smoke on gas Yeah, my bitch, she so bad All of my bruddas, they smokin' on Ganja, yeah Yeah, they roll like that weed I get that high and I feel like a Bee Run up on me, you get put on a T I got a scope, ACOG We finna make you bleed, yeah We gon' put you on a T, yeah I got to trap out that spot My brudda sippin' on wock Run up on me, you get knocked My brudda walkin' with chops, ayy All my niggas, yeah they in the A I'm in a jet, and we go to L.A We finna put that boy in his place You know my chop gon' spray