Lyrics to Tec

[Hook x2:]

Boy hold my jewelry it's a pound

Brick on my wrist right now

And I'm finna go and scoop ya bitch

And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks

Finna pull up on my ex

Pull up on my ex make that bitch mad

"I ain't got no fucking type of respect

But I heard you get respect with TEC"



D-Moe go grab the pound

Thots coming over to suck us right now

Roll up let's get high

Smoke a nigga frown

Let 'em come up in this fucking house

Pistol to his motherfucking mouth

I told him "watch this motherfucking mouth"

Who the fuck talking 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

My bitch ain't American, she foreign

She is from Dubai

I got that check, then I flew by I roll by

Didn't stop for nobody

I don't fuck with nobody

I'll hop out and fuck your body and your party

We'll come through, shoot your party

Who told you to party? Not GloGang

Fuck boy you is a no name



[Hook x2:]

Boy hold my jewelry it's a pound

Brick on my wrist right now

And I'm finna go and scoop ya bitch

And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks

Finna pull up on my ex

Pull up on my ex make that bitch mad

"I ain't got no fucking type of respect

But I heard you get respect with TEC"



I just bought a chopper let's do a hit

You wife for us, 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, hunnid rounds

Catch you lacking it's man down

When I kill you, Ima frown

Ain't no fucking laughing or playing around