Yung Bans, Lil Tecca - Like I Hoop lyrics
Vas Coleman
Lil Tecca [Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe] Queens, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yung Bans, Lil Tecca - Like I Hoop lyrics]
Yeah, Chrome Heart shorts on my body
Like I hoop and shit
All these crosses on me, nigga
I'm a walkin' crucifix
Yeah, she say I got pawns, baby
I do not know who to
Got a new phone, hit my line
I say "Who is this?"
(Nick, you're stupid)
I'm like "Who is this?" we so true to this
Shawty suck me like she love me
I don't want a kiss
Yeah, run it, run it, run it, go to Vegas
How I'm stuntin'
Bitch, I'm the shit, plumbin'
All of my niggas be gunnin'
Drac', it hold a hundred
Turn nothin' into somethin'
Make him crash out, he's a crash dummy
Blick on my hip, if you trip
I'm gon' smash somethin'
Hit a hundred licks
All my niggas get that fast money
Yeah, yeah
Gettin' that bag fast, feel like Sonic
'Bout to blow up, nigga, ha
Feel like atomic
He say he want work, that's 2K like Ronnie
These hoes ain't shit, they can't
Get nothin' from me, yeah
I be on that slatt shit
Niggas on that rap shit
Tecca hit a back-flip, acrobatic, track shit
Yeah, I went to the mail, I
Got dumb racks to collect, bitch
He think he a demon, we gon'
Send his ass to hell, bitch
Juggin' and finessin', lucky number seven
We straight out the West
End, pull that stick, undress him
Yeah, I live my life and I
Know that shit a blessin'
Started on the East, now they brought
Me to the West End, ha ha
Yeah, Chrome Heart shorts on my body
Like I hoop and shit
All these crosses on me, nigga
I'm a walkin' crucifix
Yeah, she say I got pawns, baby
I do not know who to
Got a new phone, hit my line
I say "Who is this?"
I'm like "Who is this?" we so true to this
Shawty suck me like she love me
I don't want a kiss
Yeah, run it, run it, run it, go to Vegas
How I'm stuntin'
Bitch, I'm the shit, plumbin'
All of my niggas be gunnin'
Like I hoop and shit
All these crosses on me, nigga
I'm a walkin' crucifix
Yeah, she say I got pawns, baby
I do not know who to
Got a new phone, hit my line
I say "Who is this?"
(Nick, you're stupid)
I'm like "Who is this?" we so true to this
Shawty suck me like she love me
I don't want a kiss
Yeah, run it, run it, run it, go to Vegas
How I'm stuntin'
Bitch, I'm the shit, plumbin'
All of my niggas be gunnin'
Drac', it hold a hundred
Turn nothin' into somethin'
Make him crash out, he's a crash dummy
Blick on my hip, if you trip
I'm gon' smash somethin'
Hit a hundred licks
All my niggas get that fast money
Yeah, yeah
Gettin' that bag fast, feel like Sonic
'Bout to blow up, nigga, ha
Feel like atomic
He say he want work, that's 2K like Ronnie
These hoes ain't shit, they can't
Get nothin' from me, yeah
I be on that slatt shit
Niggas on that rap shit
Tecca hit a back-flip, acrobatic, track shit
Yeah, I went to the mail, I
Got dumb racks to collect, bitch
He think he a demon, we gon'
Send his ass to hell, bitch
Juggin' and finessin', lucky number seven
We straight out the West
End, pull that stick, undress him
Yeah, I live my life and I
Know that shit a blessin'
Started on the East, now they brought
Me to the West End, ha ha
Yeah, Chrome Heart shorts on my body
Like I hoop and shit
All these crosses on me, nigga
I'm a walkin' crucifix
Yeah, she say I got pawns, baby
I do not know who to
Got a new phone, hit my line
I say "Who is this?"
I'm like "Who is this?" we so true to this
Shawty suck me like she love me
I don't want a kiss
Yeah, run it, run it, run it, go to Vegas
How I'm stuntin'
Bitch, I'm the shit, plumbin'
All of my niggas be gunnin'