Amigo - Lil Tecca

I like this song

We love you, Tecca

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that

Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad

And you fell in love, so sad

You wish that you could go back to when she said call back

He came with that drip and left with a toe tag

I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags

They say a nigga heart cold, ain’t talkin' polar

Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin' solar

And I feel like Chris Paul with the floater

Ain’t believe I had that sauce, yeah, I had to show her

Remember when I wanna link, they ain’t wanna show up

Funny how they hit my jack, see a nigga blowin' up

Hit my phone, say you popular, I ain’t popular

Yeah, chopper hit him, have him singin' pop with us

Yeah, how you say you gang if you ain’t pop with us?

And I remember all them times they ain’t fuck with us

Yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the opps

I see right through these niggas, I see through they noggin

Boy, you beggin' for attention, you ain’t really poppin'

And you can’t hang with the gang, you ain’t really gon' pop shit

And practice makes perfect, so the star, had to polish

And I only hang with day ones, you already know how I’m rockin'

If he talkin' bullshit, I don’t even know why you talkin'

All these niggas gon' be fake, real man, I know how to start it

I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that

Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad

And you fell in love, so sad

You wish that you could go back to when she said call back

He came with that drip and left with a toe tag

I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags

They say a nigga heart cold, ain’t talkin' polar

Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin' solar

And you fell in love, that’s your fault

Got racks in the vault, in New York like stocks

And she showin' off her parts, he get smoked like a cart

And I know she wanna come and crop in the Porsche

That’s like cryin' on a horse, your nigga a dork

I cannot focus, I might hop up in a Ford

And my memory real bad, I think I just ran out of storage

That’s an opp right there, yeah, catch him, finna floor it

I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that

Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad

And you fell in love, so sad

You wish that you could go back to when she said call back

He came with that drip and left with a toe tag

I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags

They say a nigga heart cold, ain’t talkin' polar

Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin' solar