why u look mad (Explicit) - Lil Tecca

Lyrics by：Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe/Rio Francesco Leyva/Christian Baello

Composed by：Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe/Rio Francesco Leyva/Christian Baello

I like this song we love you Tecca

Why you look so mad

Ginseng

Why you look so mad all the time

I like

F**k out of my face n***a

You n***as b***hes leave me the f**k alone

I don't even f**k with y'all what the f**k you talkin' 'bout

Tecca

Just woke up I freestyle n***a man this s**t don't stop

Yeah yeah

Yeah rockin' Rick Owens on my b***h she bad got a Gucci crop top

Yeah yeah

Run up on a n***a get it lit like BIC if a n***a talkin' hot

B***h

I just make new hit today n***a mad 'cause I'm hot and you not

New hit

I just pour up a deuce of that cup

Pour up a deuce of that Wock'

That Wock'

And your b***h on my d**k gettin' top

B***h on my d**k gettin' top

Gettin' top

Whole time he think he on top

He an addict he sippin' on drop

On drop

Man I know that they don't understand me

Whole time and I don't give a f**k

Don't give a f**k

They like Tecca why you so moody Lil' n***a I'm just in my mood

Why you so mad

I don't f**k with you n***as I'm not quiet I just don't talk to you

Talk to my b***h

They say Tecca why you look mad Lil' n***a that just be my mood

My mood

They say Tecca why you look mad Lil' n***a that just be my mood

Two b***hes on my d**k they arguin' n***a like Family Feud

They say Tecca switched up on the gang lil' n***a

Yeah you know it ain't true

F**k your gang

Some n***as they stole from me

Some n***as they flopped on me

Punk-a*s n***as

Got your b***h givin' top on me if a n***a talkin' hot on me

N***as is b***hes

Man some n***as try to steal sauce n***a think I don't peep that s**t

Stealin' the sauce

Man some n***as try to steal from my house I peep that s**t

Steal from my house

I peeped that b***h she move funny n***a I peep that s**t

And you think that you gotta watch the opps

Whole time you gotta watch your own clique

Watch your own gang

And I see the gang do funny s**t whole time I gotta make that click

On gang

And I know who was real right that one day I got hit

I got hit

Man these n***as think they angelic I don't even really f**k with you b***h

Yeah

Man this s**t too easy freestyling in the mic really do this s**t

Yeah yeah

F**king so many thots I d**n near forgot I knew this b***h

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Man I just got a check I ain't even gon' lie I blew this s**t

10K

Ran down on a opp crib man they thought we just moved in

Moved in

I don't f**k with no thots I ain't gon' lie they choosin'

They choosin' you ain't winnin'

I do this I got your b***h and she f**k with the clique

I don't got no clique I just gotta die

I stir up the pot bro sippin' that Wock'

He can't even walk I got the gas no NOS

Gas no NOS gas no NOS

Ayy shout out Ginseng

You know how we f**kin' comin' f**k outta here n***a

Man these n***as b***hes