Intro: Lil Tecca
Turn you to a dancer
Yeah
Internet Money, bitch

Chorus: Lil Tecca
I got black, I got white, what you want?
Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom
I know Im bout to blow, I aint dumb
They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom
I know that Im gone
They see me blowin up, now they say they want some
I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer
I see two twin opps, leave em on a banner
And I got two thick thots, wanna link the gang, yeah

Verse 1: Lil Tecca
I got red, I got blue, what you want?
The Chanel or Balenciaga, Louis and Vuitton
She know I got the Fendi, Prada when I hit Milan
I needed me a die or rider, I need me the one
I started from the bottom, you could see the way I stunt
I want all the diamonds, I want that shit to weigh a ton
The opps, they tryna line me cause they hate the place Im from
But them niggas dont know me, they just know the place Im from
I got lots of shawties tryna pull up to my place
But you aint want me last year, so just get up out my face
They all up in my inbox, so I know they want a taste
I know they want my downfall, lil nigga, are you laced?

Chorus: Lil Tecca
I got black, I got white, what you want?
Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom
I know Im bout to blow, I aint dumb
They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom
I know that Im gone
They see me blowin up, now they say they want some
I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer
I see two twin opps, leave em on a banner
And I got two thick thots, wanna link the gang, yeah

Verse 2: Juice WRLD
Im in it to win it, Ima be the best, yes, sir
Started from the bottom, I aint have no one, yes, sir
Had to get big on them niggas, Bruce Banner
Bro split wigs, turn a nigga to a dancer
I got hard, I got soft, what you want?
Since the day that Ive been on, they been blowing up my phone
I cant hear em, I got all this loud in my lungs
Thumbin through these blue faces while Im smoking on Runtz
Uh, Im in the hills (Ooh, yeah), countin them bills (Ooh, yeah)
All baguette diamonds (Ooh, yeah), chandelier give her chills (Yeah)
Feel like yesterday I was just watching Fresh Prince (Uh)
Now the crib look like Bel-Air, rip to Uncle Phil
Money big, Uncle Phil, twin Glocks, Phil and Lil
Niggas hate, Uncle Tom, spin them off me, carousel
Get em off me, go to hell, silencer, kill em soft
Teccall take you for ransom, me, Ill put you in a coffin

Chorus: Lil Tecca
I got black, I got white, what you want?
Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom
I know Im bout to blow, I aint dumb
They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom
I know that Im gone
They see me blowin up, now they say they want some
I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer
I see two twin opps, leave em on a banner
And I got two thick thots, wanna link the gang, yeah