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 **** 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

I remember when I wanna link, they ain't wanna show up

Funny how they hit my jack, see a **** 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 ****, 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 style, I 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 **** gon' be fake, real men all know what I started

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 **** heart cold, ain't talkin' polar

Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin' solar

Ay, 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 **** 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 **** heart cold, ain't talkin' polar

Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin' solar