Why U Look Mad

(We love you Tecca)

(Why you so mad?) (Ginseng)

(Why you look so mad all the time?)

Fuck outta my face, ****

Y'all **** is bitches

Leave me the fuck alone

I don't even fuck with y'all ****, on God

(Tecca)

Just woke up, I freestyle ****, man, that shit don't stop (Yeah), yeah

Rockin' with my goons and my bitch, she bad, got a Gucci crop top, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Run up on a ****, get it lit like BIC if a **** talkin' hot (Bitch)

I'm just making new hits every day, **** mad cause I'm hot and you not? (You haters)

I just pour up deuce in that cup, pour up a deuce of that Wock (That Wock)

And you bitch on my dick, givin' top, bitch on my dick, givin' top (Givin' top)

Whole time he think he on top, he an addict, he sippin' on drop (On drop)

Man, I know that they don't understand me, whole time, and I don't give a fuck (Give a fuck)

They like "Tecca why you so moody, lil' ****?" that just be my mood (Why you so mad?)

I don't fuck with you ****, I'm not quiet, I just don't talk to you

They say "Tecca, why you look mad, lil' ****?" that just be my mood (My mood)

They say "Tecca, why you look mad, lil' ****?" That just be my mood (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Two bitches on my dick, they arguin', ****, like Family Feud (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

They say Tecca switched up on the game, lil' ****, yeah, you know it ain't true (Fuck yo' gang)

Some ****, they stole from me, some ****, they flopped on me (Broke ass ****)

Got your bitch givin' top on me, if a **** talk hot on me (**** is bitches)

Man, some **** try to still sauce from me, think I don't peep that shit? (Stealing the sauce)

Man, some **** try to steal from my house, I peep that shit

I peep that bitch, she move for a ****, I peep that shit

Ain't think that you gotta watch the opps, whole time, you gotta watch your own clique (Watch your own gang)

And I see a gang do funny shit, whole time I gotta make that clique (Make my own gang)

And I know who it was, we're all right there that one day I got hit (I got hit)

Many **** think they on angelic, I don't even really fuck with you, bitch (Yeah)

Man, this shit too easy, freestylin' on the mic, really do this shit (Yeah, yeah)

Fuckin' so many thots, I damn near forgot I knew this bitch (Yeah, yeah)

Man, I just got a check, I ain't even gon' lie I blew that shit

Ran down on an opp crib, man, they think we just moved in (Moved in)

I don't fuck with no thots, I ain't gon' lie, they choosin' (Choosin')

They choosin'

You ain't went in

I do this, I got your bitch and she fuck with the clique (Clique)

I don't got no clique (At all)

I just got a dot (A dot, dot)

I stir up the pot

Bro sippin' that Wock (That Wock), yeah

He can't even walk, aye

I got the gas, no noise (No noise), aye

That gas, no noise

That gas, no noise

Yo, shoutout Ginseng