Lil Tecca - Amigo

I like this song We love you, Tecca I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad And you fell in love, so sad You wish that you could go back to when she said call back He came with that drip and left with a toe tag I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags They say a nigga heart cold, ain't talkin' polar Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin' solar And I feel like Chris Paul with the floater Ain't believe I had that sauce, yeah, I had to show her Remember when I wanna link, they ain't wanna show up Funny how they hit my jack, see a nigga blowin' up Hit my phone, say you popular, I ain't popular Yeah, chopper hit him, have him singin' pop with us Yeah, how you say you gang if you ain't pop with us? And I remember all them times they ain't fuck with us Yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the opps I see right through these niggas, I see through they noggin Boy, you beggin' for attention, you ain't really poppin' And you can't hang with the gang, you ain't really gon' pop shit And practice makes perfect, so the star, had to polish And I only hang with day ones, you already know how I'm rockin' If he talkin' bullshit, I don't even know why you talkin' All these niggas gon' be fake, real man, I know how to start it I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad And you fell in love, so sad You wish that you could go back to when she said call back He came with that drip and left with a toe tag I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags They say a nigga heart cold, ain't talkin' polar Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin' solar And you fell in love, that's your fault Got racks in the vault, in New York like stocks And she showin' off her parts, he get smoked like a cart And I know she wanna come and crop in the Porsche That's like cryin' on a horse, your nigga a dork I cannot focus, I might hop up in a Ford And my memory real bad, I think I just ran out of storage That's an opp right there, yeah, catch him, finna floor it I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad And you fell in love, so sad You wish that you could go back to when she said call back He came with that drip and left with a toe tag I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags They say a nigga heart cold, ain't talkin' polar Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin' solar