Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tec , by - Chief Keef. Release date: 07.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tec |
| Boy, hold my jewelry, it’s a pound, ayy |
| Brick on my wrist right now, ayy (DP on the beat) |
| And I’m finna go and scoop your bitch, ayy |
| And I’m finna go and scoop some kicks, ayy |
| Finna pull up on my ex, ayy |
| Pull up on my ex, make that bitch mad, ayy |
| I ain’t got no fucking type of respect, ayy |
| But I heard you get respect with TEC’s, ayy |
| Boy, hold my jewelry, it’s a pound, ayy |
| Brick on my wrist right now, ayy |
| And I’m finna go and scoop your bitch, ayy |
| And I’m finna go and scoop some kicks, ayy |
| Finna pull up on my ex, ayy |
| Pull up on my ex, make that bitch mad, ayy |
| I ain’t got no fucking type of respect, ayy |
| But I heard you get respect with TEC’s, ayy |
| D-Moe go grab the pound (D-Moe go grab the pound) |
| Thots coming over to suck us right now (They comin' to suck us right now) |
| Roll up, let’s get high (Let's get high, bitch) |
| Smoke a nigga, fry him (Smoke a nigga, fry him, bitch) |
| Let him come up in this fucking house (In this house) |
| Pistol to his motherfuckin' mouth (To his fuckin' mouth, bang) |
| I told him watch his motherfuckin' mouth (Told him watch his mouth, gang) |
| Who the fuck talkin' now? |
| (Talkin' now) |
| Flexin', look at my muscle (Look at my motherfuckin' muscle) |
| My truck got a muscle (Truck got a motherfuckin' muscle) |
| It ain’t American, it’s foreign (Bitch, it’s foreign) |
| My bitch ain’t American, she foreign (My bitch is foreign) |
| She is from Dubai (Dubai) |
| I got that check, then I flew by, I roll by (Flew by) |
| Didn’t stop for nobody (Nobody) |
| I don’t fuck with nobody (Fuck with nobody, though) |
| I’m hardbody, fuck your body and your party |
| We gon' come through, shoot your party (Shoot your party) |
| Who told you to party? |
| Not Glo Gang (Glo Gang, bitch) |
| Fuckboy, you’s a no-name (You's a no) |
| Boy, hold my jewelry, it’s a pound, ayy |
| Brick on my wrist right now, ayy |
| And I’m finna go and scoop your bitch, ayy |
| And I’m finna go and scoop some kicks, ayy |
| Finna pull up on my ex, ayy |
| Pull up on my ex, make that bitch mad, ayy |
| I ain’t got no fucking type of respect, ayy |
| But I heard you get respect with TEC’s, ayy |
| I just bought a chop, let’s do a hit |
| You wifin' her, she doing dicks |
| I got a 30 with a stick |
| I’m Glo Gang, we hella rich |
| These niggas hate, but niggas bitches |
| These niggas tellin', niggas snitches |
| And you know snitches, they get stitches |
| Pulling up and you get digits |
| Talking numbers, hundred rounds |
| Catch you lacking, it’s man down |
| When I kill you, I’ma frown |
| Ain’t no fucking laughing, playing around (DP on the beat) |