Mavericks
Yeah, yeah
Danny, I see you, yeah
I need the bands, straight out the jump
They don't want beef, the don't want none
Niggas be playing, I ain't the one
I ain't DB like I play for the Suns
They took an L, look what I done
Bands on my head like I'm taking a run
He talkin' hits, while we hit him with some
Let him be hard, get beat like a drum
I need the bands, straight out the jump
They don't want beef, the don't want none
Niggas be playing, I ain't the one
I ain't DB like I play for the Suns
They took an L, look what I done
Bands on my head like I'm taking a run
He talkin' hits, while we hit him with some
Let him be hard, get beat like a drum
Pull up on yo' block nigga, like what happened
Shot on your block for thinkin' he a savage
Bitch, I'm Lil Tecca, nigga, I ain't average
Shoot him like dirt, nigga on the Mavericks
I see a thot, Chris Paul, pass it
Shorty she bad, big, don't bag it
I'm 'bout to blow up fast, now fry it
Baddie a foreign hair long dragon
I spit the fire nigga, like a dragon
Lovin' the kid and she lovin' my fashion
I'm in the spot, nigga got status
Fuckin' these bitches when I started rappin'
Nigga you lyin', why you steady cappin'?
Choppa gon' hit him, make him do a back-flip
I got metal, you don't want static
I got metal, you don't want static
I'm takin' shit nigga, I ain't rappin', I got the dope for real
She white, she snow for real
Them shots, they blow with a kill
Like 300, had to Glo for real
Yeah, don't assume if you don't know for real
They think they know me but they don't for real
Had to do it on my own for real
Matt G, he the bro for real
Made it happen with some time to kill
Made songs. Had them lines to spill
Shorty bad, she a dime for real
To the top, had to climb for real
She love the top, now she mine for real
Hol' up, had to scale from the back to the front
You thought I was out, nigga, I ain't done
Pull up on yo' block nigga, like what happened
Shot on your block for thinkin' he a savage
Bitch, I'm Lil Tecca, nigga, I ain't average
Shoot him like dirt, nigga on the Mavericks
I see a thot, Chris Paul, pass it
Shorty she bad, big, don't bag it
I'm 'bout to blow up fast, now fry it
Baddie a foreign hair-long dragon
I spit the fire nigga, like a dragon
Lovin' the kid and she lovin' my fashion
I'm in the spot, nigga got status
Fuckin' these bitches when I started rappin'
Nigga you lyin', why you steady cappin'?
Choppa gon' hit him, make him do a back-flip
I got metal, you don't want static
I got metal, you don't want static
Danny, I see you, yeah
I need the bands, straight out the jump
They don't want beef, the don't want none
Niggas be playing, I ain't the one
I ain't DB like I play for the Suns
They took an L, look what I done
Bands on my head like I'm taking a run
He talkin' hits, while we hit him with some
Let him be hard, get beat like a drum
I need the bands, straight out the jump
They don't want beef, the don't want none
Niggas be playing, I ain't the one
I ain't DB like I play for the Suns
They took an L, look what I done
Bands on my head like I'm taking a run
He talkin' hits, while we hit him with some
Let him be hard, get beat like a drum
Pull up on yo' block nigga, like what happened
Shot on your block for thinkin' he a savage
Bitch, I'm Lil Tecca, nigga, I ain't average
Shoot him like dirt, nigga on the Mavericks
I see a thot, Chris Paul, pass it
Shorty she bad, big, don't bag it
I'm 'bout to blow up fast, now fry it
Baddie a foreign hair long dragon
I spit the fire nigga, like a dragon
Lovin' the kid and she lovin' my fashion
I'm in the spot, nigga got status
Fuckin' these bitches when I started rappin'
Nigga you lyin', why you steady cappin'?
Choppa gon' hit him, make him do a back-flip
I got metal, you don't want static
I got metal, you don't want static
I'm takin' shit nigga, I ain't rappin', I got the dope for real
She white, she snow for real
Them shots, they blow with a kill
Like 300, had to Glo for real
Yeah, don't assume if you don't know for real
They think they know me but they don't for real
Had to do it on my own for real
Matt G, he the bro for real
Made it happen with some time to kill
Made songs. Had them lines to spill
Shorty bad, she a dime for real
To the top, had to climb for real
She love the top, now she mine for real
Hol' up, had to scale from the back to the front
You thought I was out, nigga, I ain't done
Pull up on yo' block nigga, like what happened
Shot on your block for thinkin' he a savage
Bitch, I'm Lil Tecca, nigga, I ain't average
Shoot him like dirt, nigga on the Mavericks
I see a thot, Chris Paul, pass it
Shorty she bad, big, don't bag it
I'm 'bout to blow up fast, now fry it
Baddie a foreign hair-long dragon
I spit the fire nigga, like a dragon
Lovin' the kid and she lovin' my fashion
I'm in the spot, nigga got status
Fuckin' these bitches when I started rappin'
Nigga you lyin', why you steady cappin'?
Choppa gon' hit him, make him do a back-flip
I got metal, you don't want static
I got metal, you don't want static
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