Lil Tecca - Fifty lyrics

[Intro: Tory Lanez & Quavo] Durel made the beat I’ma rock with it Grr, skrr, brr, skrr (Yeah, yeah), uh Uh, uh-uh (Ooh-ooh) Uh, yeah, uh, ayy [Verse 1: Tory Lanez] Hop in that Skat and that’s that b**ch, don’t call my jack It’s some Moncler on my back Jackboy, stare and get clapped That boy said he finna rob me, clearly it’s cap Ran in that 1600, I jump in my trap and I bet my sh*t keep coming [Verse 2: Quavo] Whole lotta B, yeah, the trap keep running (Woo) 100 round shotta, he’ll spin ya, he’ll dump ’em (Oh) Lambo doors, crawling in through the tunnels (Lambo) Benjamin Franklin, we wrap ’em in bundles (Things) 2 for the 5, that’s the next of the runners Monkey run us, I’ma jump for the drama (Blaow) Cop a new Drop for my mama Gotta spend it, I can’t die with it on me (Spend it) My cash is Solitaire only Try to take it, you gon’ die with your homie [Verse 3: Tory Lanez] I’m ’bout my cheese, my cheddar, my chicken That boy keep talking I promise he get hit with that Smith N’ Blue bill coming out spiffy Louis V coat case the sh*t get nippy, ayy Out in BK I’m moving my hots I prolly put 30 damn dudes in your block b**ch, I U with that Wop Sipping that Screw with that wok, ayy, uh [Chorus: Quavo] Yeah, shooters on shooters I hit the spot (Yeah) None of em telling, no testify (No) Started out broke but I hit the top (Broke) You can get whacked for the 50 wap (Whacked) Loading the batch in the rental car (Plug) If I look back, b**ch, I been a star (Superstar) Me and the gang always into something (Into something) You ain’t talking real, we don’t get along Yeah, shooters on shooters I hit the spot (Yeah) None of em telling, no testify (No) Started out broke but I hit the top (Broke) You can get whacked for the 50 wap (Whacked, plug) You can get whacked for the 50 wap (Superstar) You can get whacked for the 50 wap (Into something) You can get whacked for the 50 wap [Verse 4: VV$ Ken] Ayy, bust down Cuban my pick got a bust down lease Swipe it, I do 20k on a piece Try me, I rip you to pieces, my Loubitins ain’t got no creases Bought her a Tiffany, ni**a ain’t never steal sh*t from me Choppa shootin’ loud like a symphony, you can die simply Pull around spinning your block in an all black bulletproof Bentley Wrist red banging, Glock on my hip, dick hanging Thick b**ch coming out swangin’ Now not later, I been on the grind like a skater, he be on my time like a hater Too much flavor, I got that drip like a model but attitude just like a gator Tough like a raider, rocks in my ear real big like the Dipper, look just like a crater [Verse 5: Tory Lanez] Hopped out 488 ‘Rrari, no key, push start, no bu*ton, I’m stunting you ni**as, you know it I co*k it, I clutch it, I’m blowin’, I’m throwin’, my b**ch wanna f**k me, she goin’, I know it I got it, finna rip the tab off the Legend Fooly ass b**ch with the tags on her leggings I perched, you know her jaw be working My car be skrrting, your heart’ll be hurting I flex, boy, I be damned he play me on a check I send them shooters on jets I’m like a sports scout, that ni**a, he shooting too good, we recruiting him next Got 2 bad b**ches on a 2 way text Got blue ray neck, gotta threw away checks Got a 2 way flex f**k, how the f**k you spin a ni**a block when you flew away jet, ni**a [Chorus: Quavo] Yeah, shooters on shooters I hit the spot (Yeah) None of em telling, no testify (No) Started out broke but I hit the top (Broke) You can get whacked for the 50 wap (Whacked, plug) You can get whacked for the 50 wap (Superstar) You can get whacked for the 50 wap (Into something) You can get whacked for the 50 wap Yeah, shooters on shooters I hit the spot (Yeah) None of em telling, no testify (No) Started out broke but I hit the top (Broke) You can get whacked for the 50 wap (Whacked, plug) You can get whacked for the 50 wap (Superstar) You can get whacked for the 50 wap (Into something) You can get whacked for the 50 wap