Lil Tecca, Lil Yachty - For The Soul lyrics
Lil Tecca [Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe] Queens, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
Lil Yachty [Miles Parks McCollum] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Tecca, Lil Yachty - For The Soul lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain't fuckin' around with
These bitches no more
(Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid)
Pull up old school on Swishers, yeah
The rounds that's two fold
Tecca, Tecca, and Lil Boat
Sittin' in the crowd, I hit 'em with a scope
Livin' too wild, Fendi my coat
I walk around this bitch like the Pope
Them two lil' black boys need it all
Them two lil' black boys make one call
They call them Jackboys
I ain't talkin' about Travis Scott at all
We do this shit, nah, for real, no joke
I just put Moncler all up on my coat
Hop in that big body, it's too cold
My bitch, they screamin', "4, 4, 4"
Tecca and Boat, Tecca and Boat
Don't gotta say it, you already know
Main bitch friend, ain't no damn hoes
Hit my blunt, it's for the soul
Hit my blunt, it's for the soul
Hit my blunt, it's for the soul
My left wrist, it got me cold
I been stuck up in my glow
Bet you won't believe me but it's
Real VVS on both my toes
It's the big league, this the big dawg
Don't know no average Joe
I was fifteen when I first started sipping
Me and Tecca, Rome and Mecca
Ain't no switching
Maybe if you'd have gotten in this shit
Ain't no shifting
Just havin' fun in the strip club
I'm tipping
She get high, I catch every vibe in the sky
Tecca, Tecca, and Lil Boat
Sittin' in the crowd, I hit 'em with a scope
Livin' too wild, Fendi my coat
I walk around this bitch like the Pope
Them two lil' black boys need it all
Them two lil' black boys make one call
They call them Jackboys
I ain't talkin' about Travis Scott at all
We do this shit, nah, for real, no joke
I just put Moncler all up on my coat
Hop in that big body, it's too cold
My bitch, they screamin', "4, 4, 4"
Tecca and Boat, Tecca and Boat
Don't gotta say it, you already know
Main bitch friend, ain't no damn hoes
Hit my blunt, it's for the soul
Hit my blunt, it's for the soul
Hit my blunt, it's for the soul
My left wrist, it got me cold
I been stuck up in my glow
I ain't fuckin' around with
These bitches no more
(Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid)
Pull up old school on Swishers, yeah
The rounds that's two fold
Tecca, Tecca, and Lil Boat
Sittin' in the crowd, I hit 'em with a scope
Livin' too wild, Fendi my coat
I walk around this bitch like the Pope
Them two lil' black boys need it all
Them two lil' black boys make one call
They call them Jackboys
I ain't talkin' about Travis Scott at all
We do this shit, nah, for real, no joke
I just put Moncler all up on my coat
Hop in that big body, it's too cold
My bitch, they screamin', "4, 4, 4"
Tecca and Boat, Tecca and Boat
Don't gotta say it, you already know
Main bitch friend, ain't no damn hoes
Hit my blunt, it's for the soul
Hit my blunt, it's for the soul
Hit my blunt, it's for the soul
My left wrist, it got me cold
I been stuck up in my glow
Bet you won't believe me but it's
Real VVS on both my toes
It's the big league, this the big dawg
Don't know no average Joe
I was fifteen when I first started sipping
Me and Tecca, Rome and Mecca
Ain't no switching
Maybe if you'd have gotten in this shit
Ain't no shifting
Just havin' fun in the strip club
I'm tipping
She get high, I catch every vibe in the sky
Tecca, Tecca, and Lil Boat
Sittin' in the crowd, I hit 'em with a scope
Livin' too wild, Fendi my coat
I walk around this bitch like the Pope
Them two lil' black boys need it all
Them two lil' black boys make one call
They call them Jackboys
I ain't talkin' about Travis Scott at all
We do this shit, nah, for real, no joke
I just put Moncler all up on my coat
Hop in that big body, it's too cold
My bitch, they screamin', "4, 4, 4"
Tecca and Boat, Tecca and Boat
Don't gotta say it, you already know
Main bitch friend, ain't no damn hoes
Hit my blunt, it's for the soul
Hit my blunt, it's for the soul
Hit my blunt, it's for the soul
My left wrist, it got me cold
I been stuck up in my glow