why u look mad (Explicit)

[00:00.04]Lil Tecca - why u look mad
[00:00.72]Written By:Lil Tecca
[00:01.45]I like this song we love you Tecca
[00:03.21]Why you look so mad Ginseng
[00:05.12]Why you look so mad all the time
[00:06.87]I like-
[00:07.68]F**k out of my face n**ga
[00:10.25]You n**gas b**ches leave me the f**k alone
[00:12.07]I don't even f**k with y'all
[00:13.18]What the f**k you talking 'bout
[00:14.09]Tecca
[00:15.31]Just woke up I freestyle n**ga man
[00:17.20]This sh*t don't stop Yeah yeah
[00:18.57]Yeah rockin' Rick Owens on my b**ch
[00:20.19]She bad got a Gucci crop top Yeah yeah
[00:22.31]Run up on a n**ga get it lit like BIC
[00:24.44]If a n**ga talking hot
[00:25.71]I just make new hit today n**ga mad
[00:27.33]Cause I'm hot and you not New hit
[00:29.23]I just pour up a deuce of that cup
[00:30.90]Pour up a deuce of that Wock' That Wock'
[00:33.04]And your b**ch on my d*ck getting top
[00:34.36]B**ch on my d*ck getting top Gettin' top
[00:36.38]Whole time he think he on top
[00:37.80]He an addi' he sippin' on drop On drop
[00:39.94]Man I know that they don't understand me
[00:41.52]Whole time and I don't give a f**k Don't give a f**k
[00:43.53]They like Tecca why you so moody Lil' n**ga
[00:45.46]I'm just in my mood Why you so mad
[00:47.08]I don't f**k with you n**gas
[00:48.14]I'm not quiet I just don't talk to you Talk to my b**ch
[00:50.67]They say Tecca why you look mad Lil' n**ga
[00:52.41]That just be my mood My mood
[00:53.88]They say Tecca why you look mad Lil' n**ga
[00:56.07]That just be my mood
[00:57.87]Two b**ches on my d*ck they arguin'
[00:59.24]N**ga like Family Feud
[01:01.26]They say Tecca switched up on the gang
[01:02.73]Lil' n**ga yeah you know it ain't true F**k your gang
[01:04.86]Some n**gas they stole from me
[01:06.22]Some n**gas they flopped on me Punk-ass n**gas
[01:08.40]Got your b**ch giving top on me
[01:09.67]If a n**ga talking hot on me N**gas is b**ches
[01:11.79]Man some n**gas try to steal sauce
[01:13.41]N**ga think I don't peep that sh*t Stealin' the sauce
[01:15.49]Man some n**gas try to steal from my house
[01:17.22]I peep that sh*t Steal from my house
[01:19.08]I peeped that b**ch she move funny n**ga
[01:20.76]I peep that sh*t
[01:22.64]And you think that you gotta watch the opps
[01:24.20]Whole time you gotta watch your clique Watch your own gang
[01:26.13]And I see the gang do funny sh*t
[01:27.49]Whole time I gotta make that click On gang
[01:29.57]And I know who was real right
[01:31.04]That one day I got hit I got hit
[01:33.22]Man these n**gas think they angelic
[01:34.75]I don't even really f**k with you b**ch Yeah
[01:36.77]Man this sh*t too easy freestyling in the mic
[01:38.74]Really do this sh*t Yeah yeah
[01:40.27]F**king so many thots
[01:41.61]I d*mn near forgot I knew this b**ch Yeah yeah yeah yeah
[01:44.04]Man I just got a check I ain't even gon' lie
[01:45.97]I blew this sh*t 10K
[01:47.54]Ran down on a opp crib man
[01:48.82]They thought we just moved in Moved in
[01:50.90]I don't f**k with no thots I ain't gon' lie they choosin'
[01:54.81]They choosin' you ain't winnin'
[01:58.31]I do this I got your b**ch and she f**k with the clique
[02:01.75]I don't got no clique I just gotta die
[02:05.48]I stir up the pot bro sippin' that 'Wock
[02:09.01]He can't even walk I got the gas no NOS
[02:12.77]Gas no NOS gas no NOS
[02:15.71]Ay shout out Ginseng
[02:16.47]You know how we coming f**k outta here
[02:17.89]Man these n**gas b**ches
Lil Tecca - why u look mad
Written By:Lil Tecca
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**ga
You n**gas b**ches leave me the f**k alone
I don't even f**k with y'all
What the f**k you talking 'bout
Tecca
Just woke up I freestyle n**ga man
This sh*t don't stop Yeah yeah
Yeah rockin' Rick Owens on my b**ch
She bad got a Gucci crop top Yeah yeah
Run up on a n**ga get it lit like BIC
If a n**ga talking hot
I just make new hit today n**ga 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**ch on my d*ck getting top
B**ch on my d*ck getting top Gettin' top
Whole time he think he on top
He an addi' 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**ga
I'm just in my mood Why you so mad
I don't f**k with you n**gas
I'm not quiet I just don't talk to you Talk to my b**ch
They say Tecca why you look mad Lil' n**ga
That just be my mood My mood
They say Tecca why you look mad Lil' n**ga
That just be my mood
Two b**ches on my d*ck they arguin'
N**ga like Family Feud
They say Tecca switched up on the gang
Lil' n**ga yeah you know it ain't true F**k your gang
Some n**gas they stole from me
Some n**gas they flopped on me Punk-ass n**gas
Got your b**ch giving top on me
If a n**ga talking hot on me N**gas is b**ches
Man some n**gas try to steal sauce
N**ga think I don't peep that sh*t Stealin' the sauce
Man some n**gas try to steal from my house
I peep that sh*t Steal from my house
I peeped that b**ch she move funny n**ga
I peep that sh*t
And you think that you gotta watch the opps
Whole time you gotta watch your clique Watch your own gang
And I see the gang do funny sh*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**gas think they angelic
I don't even really f**k with you b**ch Yeah
Man this sh*t too easy freestyling in the mic
Really do this sh*t Yeah yeah
F**king so many thots
I d*mn near forgot I knew this b**ch Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Man I just got a check I ain't even gon' lie
I blew this sh*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**ch 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
Ay shout out Ginseng
You know how we coming f**k outta here
Man these n**gas b**ches