Our Time - Lil Tecca

And you don’t even know, and we don’t even know

I just know I’m 'bout to blow, I just know I’m 'bout to glow

Shout out to my nigga Vell (Yeah), yeah, you know he from the North

Got your bitch, she on my body and she suckin' me on soft

Why these niggas talkin' hot?

Boy, you know that you ain’t tough

Nigga, I ain’t gon' lie, got me really fucked up

Really fucked up, really fucked up

Really fucked up, got me really fucked up

Really fucked up, really fucked up

Really fucked up, got me really fucked up (Brrt)

I swear, I don’t fuck with these niggas (Nah)

I’m tired of actin' like I fuck with these niggas (Nah)

It’s like as they get faker, I get bigger (Nah)

Sometimes I don’t even wanna get bigger

I remember when I didn’t look in the mirror

Now I see I’m the man when I look in the mirror (Oh, I’m the man)

Are you really that man that you see in the mirror?

Is that really your gang?

Did they help you get here?

(Help you get here)

And the fit gon' drip, it don’t mat' what I wear

I could wear a Nike sweatsuit with a Moncler (Moncler)

And it’s gon' be angelic as long as I’m here

They say, «Lil Tecca, what style in your hair?»

(«What style in your hair?»)

And now shawty on my body, I don’t even want her (Want her)

Real cold outside, I ain’t even gon' burr (Fuck that, gon' burr)

Found out that some niggas, they be using me for clout, yeah

Pull up on your block, all my niggas gon' skrrt

Shout out to my nigga Vell (Yeah), yeah, you know he from the North

Got your bitch, she on my body and she suckin' me on soft

Why these niggas talkin' hot?

Boy, you know that you ain’t tough

Nigga, I ain’t gon' lie, got me really fucked up

Really fucked up, really fucked up

Really fucked up, got me really fucked up

Really fucked up, really fucked up

Really fucked up, got me really fucked up