Dp Beats - TEC lyrics

[Hook: Chief Keef (x2)] Boy hold my j**elry it's a pound Brick on my wrist right now And I'm finna go and scoop ya b**h And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks Finna pull up on my ex Pull up on my ex make that b**h mad "I ain't got no f**ing type of respect But I heard you get respect with TEC" [Verse 1: Chief Keef] D-Moe go grab the pound Thots coming over to s** us right now Roll up let's get high Smoke a n***a frown Let 'em come up in this f**ing house Pistol to his motherf**ing mouth I told him "watch this motherf**ing mouth" Who the f** talking now? Flexin, look at my muscle (look at my motherf**in' muscle) My truck got a muscle (truck got a motherf**in' muscle) It ain't American, it's foreign My b**h ain't American, she foreign She is from Dubai I got that check, then I flew by I roll by Didn't stop for nobody I don't f** with nobody I'll hop out and f** your body and your party We'll come through, shoot your party Who told you to party? Not GloGang f** boy you is a no name [Hook: Chief Keef] [Verse 2: Tadoe] I just bought a chopper let's do a hit You wife for us, she doing dicks I got a .30 with a stick I'm Glo Gang, we hella rich These n***as hate but n***as b**hes These n***as tellin, n***as snitches And you know snitches they get stitches Pulling up and you get digits Talking numbers, hunnid rounds Catch you lacking it's man down When I k** you, Ima frown Ain't no f**ing laughing or playing around