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  • Lil Tecca – Sidenote Lyrics

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    [Intro]
    Yeah

    [Chorus]
    I just be chasin’ my bag, hello
    I just came for the racks, I’m gone
    Yeah, she used to throw me, now she really want me
    I can tell that she mad I’m on
    I just be mixin’ the BAPE with Vlone
    I wish that some niggas would leave me alone
    Use to finesse the niggas, now singin’ C notes
    Now they callin’ my phone, I’m busy, lil’ bro
    Ha, fuck your opinion, that’s a side note
    Your main bitch, that’s my side ho
    Shout out my bitch, my die or rider
    I hit her, she singin’ like Mariah
    Be me and fuck a cougar
    I got better taste, nigga, fuck what you learned
    I just took your ho ’cause she say I’m too nice
    You said you want beef, nigga, go to Five Guys

    [Verse 1]
    Uh, they statin’ opinions like niggas, like Reddit
    Hit ’em with that slow gun, I had to go steady
    And it’s us vers’ the world, lil’ baby, you ready?
    I can see in your vibes, as soon as you meant it
    And this life is a test, you better not test it
    I’m ahead of these niggas like I’m playin’ chess
    And bro got the Glock, he gon’ aim at your chesty
    If he spray, he gon’ make you organic like pesties
    The brand never switched up on me, that’s my bestie
    Fuck all you niggas, y’all niggas is messy
    She wanna kick it, kick it like Jet Li
    Catch us a soul, I know that you feel me
    I’m gettin’ this green, you know that I’m healthy
    And they all on my
    And then she be like, “God, oh my”
    Every day and them niggas switch on my life

    [Chorus]
    I just be chasin’ my bag, hello
    I just came for the racks, I’m gone
    Yeah, she used to throw me, now she really want me
    I can tell that she mad I’m on
    I just be mixin’ the BAPE with Vlone
    I wish that some niggas would leave me alone
    Use to finesse the niggas, now singin’ C notes
    Now they callin’ my phone, I’m busy, lil’ bro
    Ha, fuck your opinion, that’s a side note
    Your main bitch, that’s my side ho
    Shout out my bitch, my die or rider
    I hit her, she singin’ like Mariah
    Be me and fuck a cougar
    I got better taste, nigga, fuck what you learned
    I just took your ho ’cause she say I’m too nice
    You said you want beef, nigga, go to Five Guys

    [Verse 2]
    She like, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it lil’ bit
    Tecca Vercetti, I like your lil’ drip
    Shawty, you buggin’, I got the big drip
    I just made a song by the postal, lil’ snitch
    And I just got a check, that’s more money to flip
    Don’t fuck with your energy, I had to dip
    Simple nigga, Apple Watch my wrist
    I got BAPE on my body, Simons on my hip
    How you hate on a nigga obsessed how you live?
    Boy you messy, you might need a bib
    And you gotta move ghost, niggas watch how you live
    I took it as a sign, they told me I’m different
    Fell love in my stuff, I was paintin’ a picture
    Nah, that shit ain’t the same, lil’ bitch, I be distant
    Show me the signs, I ‘member I missed it
    Yeah, ‘member I missed it

    [Chorus]
    I just be chasin’ my bag, hello
    I just came for the racks, I’m gone
    Yeah, she used to throw me, now she really want me
    I can tell that she mad I’m on
    I just be mixin’ the BAPE with Vlone
    I wish that some niggas would leave me alone
    Use to finesse the niggas, now singin’ C notes
    Now they callin’ my phone, I’m busy, lil’ bro
    Ha, fuck your opinion, that’s a side note
    Your main bitch, that’s my side ho
    Shout out my bitch, my die or rider
    I hit her, she singin’ like Mariah
    Be me and fuck a cougar
    I got better taste, nigga, fuck what you learned
    I just took your ho ’cause she say I’m too nice
    You said you want beef, nigga, go to Five Guys


  • Moneybagg Yo – Wat U On Lyrics

    [Intro: Moneybagg Yo]
    Tay Keith
    Run that back, Turbo
    Now I pull up in a foreign, foreign
    Javar said, “pick up that bag”, right?
    If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?

    [Chorus: Gunna & Moneybagg Yo]
    If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
    Got some racks and keep a loaded gun
    Gunna Gunna, I’m a young Don
    Too many losses, yeah a nigga won
    She take that molly, drink that Sean Don
    Fly that private jet to Hong Kong
    I’m rocking BAPE and they like King Kong’s
    Stack them racks up every day of the month
    If you ain’t getting money, leave me ‘lone, ‘lone
    Make it rain, make it storm, storm
    Half a brick for the charm, charm
    Flooded AP on my arm, arm
    If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
    Half a million just to ride foreign
    If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
    Revenue touching my palms

    [Verse 1: Gunna]
    I hit up Moneybagg, we gotta go up
    I made a mansion, move my my niggas they stuff
    I balanced down and now I’m flying above
    I might hit Magic and go throw me a dub
    Pour some mud up, now I’m filled up with suds
    Locked with them and finally got me a buzz
    Golden child, niggas don’t wanna touch
    You might can drip, but you don’t drip it like us

    [Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
    Designer down when I walk in the club
    So many blue hunnids, they thought I was cuz
    I’m balling, bitch
    Fuck [?]
    Blunt stuffed, looking just like a nub
    Don’t try to come around when you get squeaked, can’t fuck with no leech
    Me and Gunna on the way to yo city, two first class seats

    [Chorus: Gunna & Moneybagg Yo]
    If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
    Got some racks and keep a loaded gun
    Gunna Gunna, I’m a young Don
    Too many losses, yeah a nigga won
    She take that molly, drink that Sean Don
    Fly that private jet to Hong Kong
    I’m rocking BAPE and they like King Kong’s
    Stack them racks up every day of the month
    If you ain’t getting money, leave me ‘lone, ‘lone
    Make it rain, make it storm, storm
    Half a brick for the charm, charm
    Flooded AP on my arm, arm
    If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
    Half a million just to ride foreign
    If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
    Revenue touching my palms

    [Verse 3: Moneybagg Yo]
    I know some hittas that’s ready to eat, right now as I speak (right now, right now)
    I’m dripping, I’m leaking, I’m flashing my teeth, right now as I speak (I’m iced out by Johnny)
    I used to trap off the back porch (backyard)
    Now I got stamps on my passport (global)
    I used to walk in the front door (then what?)
    Finesse ’em and run out the back door (gone)

    [Verse 4: Gunna]
    We the bosses, you can’t boss over us
    Get put in coffin, no more losses for us
    Too many foreigns, nothing but options for us
    The Spyder white with the pecan guts
    I’ma ride, I’m the one you can trust
    Homicide niggas stay in the cut
    I came a long way from serving that dust
    Too many shows, a young nigga booked up

    [Chorus: Gunna & Moneybagg Yo]
    If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
    Got some racks and keep a loaded gun
    Gunna Gunna, I’m a young Don
    Too many losses, yeah a nigga won
    She take that molly, drink that Sean Don
    Fly that private jet to Hong Kong
    I’m rocking BAPE and they like King Kong’s
    Stack them racks up every day of the month
    If you ain’t getting money, leave me ‘lone, ‘lone
    Make it rain, make it storm, storm
    Half a brick for the charm, charm
    Flooded AP on my arm, arm
    If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
    Half a million just to ride foreign
    If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
    Revenue touching my palms

    [Outro]
    Damn, Denaro


(Intro)
Command, we’ve lost control
The engine’s bound to crash
The lightning strikes went bright
Do not go gently
It’s just my luck
You shot my bluff down from a thousand miles
I’m falling fast
I’m falling fast

(Chorus)
I want you to rage into the night
I want you to blaze into the light
Before your final flight
But boy, you’re fine, you’re fine
I want you to rage into the night
I want you to know, know you’re right
Before your final flight
Racing, racing, red eyes are burning rogue

(Verse 1)
I always wondered whether leaving meant something deeper than freedom
To be able to see everything I see when I’m sleeping
Ni**as waking up with no job, no mob lynching, we still hanging
White man telling ni**as to ball like Phil Jackson
Pray to Jordan, the play was enough to put up the bail
And a train don’t stop
And we ain’t have to ride the rails
Gas in the tank, hardly enough to make it home
They say home is where the hate is
I’m from where they kill their own
Probably film it on their phone, a generation addicted
To take knowledge and problems we face, and so conflicted
To take the burning road and just roll with the punches
Ni**as thought I was gone, I Derrick Rose from the trenches
Same fences we jumped as a shawty still in the way
Sometimes I wish I could fly far, far away
Where my sins fall down like pouring rain
I’m on slip my knot, hope I don’t fall again
Standing on my feet, I feel so small to look into space
It’s heavy just to stare up there and wonder what waits
So much we still don’t understand, still right in front of our face
I light a match, for the jets

(Chorus)
I want you to rage into the night
I want you to blaze into the light
Before your final flight
Before your final flight
But boy, you’re fine, you’re fine
I want you to rage into the night
I want you to know, know you’re right
Before your final flight
Before your final flight
Racing, racing, red eyes are burning rogue

(Bridge)
Riding a burning road
Running low, not a soul who could know
It’s every man who swept the burning ashes from the road

(Verse 2)
I put the halloween pistol out the trunk
Inside my mouth, if it was real, but I would dunk
That’s f**king done
How many thousand of kids would like to have mine?
Without a clue of the times I gave my life to have time
I’m tired of waiting
Tired of chasing pills that I’m tired of taking
Tired of court cases, tired of judges
Tired of saying f**k it
Tired of balling around the president, deciding this s**ts a gift
Two shots to life, only got one to live
You could lose it any night
Or down it in a fit
Or win a championship game
As a man I feel pain
As a king, I feel reign
Ask me how I deal with fame
As I write you from my basement
The cards ain’t changed yet
Ni**as on 47 still dealing the same shit
Rocks, blows, ducking cops and clothes
Came into the world naked, now I’m in all this BAPE shit
Tryna buy a Rolex, can’t even face time
I feel like it’s all wasted
The underground getting wasted
I spent 1500 on these bottles and this table
I shake it before I pop, I promise I’m not stable
But that boy do got horse power, ignore hours
These days I lose tracks of days, been years since I felt this way
Count on me to rage

(Outro)
Before the final flight
Before the final flight
I want you to rage
I want you to know, know you’re right