Lyrics from Snippets
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Run that back, Turbo)
Yeah, yeah (Wheezy outta here)
[Chorus]
I got like 30 bitches, now I need like 30 bands
That nigga hating but he was a fan, ayy
Got your bitch, she on my body and she is a fan
I'm with the gang and we getting money
Yeah, and why you talking? You don't want that (Nah)
And all these feds don't want no comeback (Yeah)
Pack a nigga like a lunch-pack
Showin' love, don't want no love back, nah
[Verse 1]
Niggas they wildin', wildin' (Wildin')
Bitches they wildin', wildin' (Wildin')
And she say she want me, I like it (I like it)
She givin' me neck, she excited
Shit, I ain't gon' lie, kinda like it (Yeah)
After this, tell her she mine, like, ayy
VLONE [?] from the [?] is great
Bad bitch wanna fuck but she still gotta pay
[Chorus]
I got like 30 bitches, now I need like 30 bands
That nigga hating but he was a fan, ayy
Got your bitch, she on my body and she is a fan
I'm with the gang and we getting money
Yeah, and why you talking? You don't want that (Nah)
And all these feds don't want no comeback (Yeah)
Pack a nigga like a lunch-pack
Showin' love, don't want no love back, nah
I got like 30 bitches, now I need like 30 bands
That nigga hating but he was a fan, ayy
Got your bitch, she on my body and she is a fan
I'm with the gang and we getting money
Yeah, and why you talking? You don't want that
And all these feds don't want no comeback
Pack a nigga like a lunch-pack
Showin' love, don't want no love back, nah
[Bridge]
Nah, nah, nah, nah (Run that back, Turbo)
Nah, nah, nah, nah (Wheezy outta here)
[Verse 2]
Goin' up, how could I fall?
Goin' up, how could I fall?
Young nigga really finna ball
Fuckin' in the spot, L.O.L
Say you gettin' money, put it on a scale
Summer, she get burnt, in the winter she get pale
Shippin' out a pack through the motherfuckin' mail
If drippin' was a crime, nigga, I would go to jail
I humble a nigga, he think he gon' go up
I go to the [?], nigga gon' load up
2017, like "Tecca won't blow up"
Keep that same energy, nigga gon' glow up
Now I speak Guapenese, bad bitches toppin' me, fuck niggas off me, yeah
Ain't nobody stoppin' me, nobody stoppin' me, nobody stoppin' me
Yeah, angelic, it's a part of me
Yeah, bad bitches, it's a part of me
Countin' all this green, it's a part of me
[?] the money, fuck around and make it company
[Chorus]
I got like 30 bitches, now I need like 30 bands
That nigga hating but he was a fan, ayy
Got your bitch, she on my body and she is a fan
I'm with the gang and we getting money
Yeah, and why you talking? You don't want that (Nah)
And all these feds don't want no comeback (Yeah)
Pack a nigga like a lunch-pack
Showin' love, don't want no love back, nah
I got like 30 bitches, now I need like 30 bands
That nigga hating but he was a fan, ayy
Got your bitch, she on my body and she is a fan
I'm with the gang and we getting money
Yeah, and why you talking? You don't want that (Nah)
And all these feds don't want no comeback (Yeah)
Pack a nigga like a lunch-pack
Showin' love, don't want no love back, nah
[Outro]
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Run that back, Turbo
Wheezy outta here
