Music Video
Lil Tecca - ABOUT YOU ft. NAV
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Tecca
Vocals
NAV
Vocals
Nick Mira
Programming
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick Mira
Composer
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Composer
Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe
Songwriter
Navraj Singh Goraya
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick Mira
Producer
Taz Taylor
Producer
Edgard Herrera
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, we be on this side, we be on this side
Yeah, yeah (Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid)
Yeah, we be on this side, we be on this side
Yeah, yeah (We love you, Tecca)
Yeah, we be on this side, we be on this side
Yeah, we be on this side, we be on this side
[Verse 2]
How you get cropped out the picture?
Doing shit you ain't never seen, my ****
And she be off a bean, no filter
Tell me what I gotta do to get that mixture
Everything seemed so smooth, so cool
Know I'ma stay real, but I don't know about you
Yeah, I don't know about you
If I go MIA, just know it's not about you
[Verse 3]
Bitches they be flocking to the left side
And all the birds, they be flocking to the bread, right
If it don't work first do it 10 times
Before you see that green light, you see that red light
I can text them, yeah, I won't text send
And I won't love a thot, yeah, that's what Tec said
All these dollar bills turn to my best friend, aye
If I send them shooters, let them know who sent them, yeah, woah
[Verse 4]
On the real, really had to be real with you, oh, yeah
On the real, she don't even need no filter
[Verse 5]
How you get cropped out the picture?
Doing shit you ain't never seen, my ****
And she be off a bean, no filter
Tell me what I gotta do to get that mixture
Everything seemed so smooth, so cool
Know I'ma stay real, but I don't know about you
Yeah, I don't know about you
If I go MIA, just know it's not about you
[Verse 6]
In my penthouse, I been vibin' on the Westside
Always baked, it took a while to get my bread right
You might think she average, but shawty my type
Her body started looking better, 'cause the head right
You know I'm from the 6, but I'm from the West End
And I could hit your girl and she gon' bring her best friend
Tryna stay lowkey, my boys been bringing packs in
I don't gotta front, they know I get the back-end
[Verse 7]
On the real, I just had to be real with you
I just popped a bean and I'ma speak with no filter
You ain't trust my vision, now you cropped out the picture
Paid for all your cases like I did that shit with you
I don't got no filter, I'm never coming to get you
If you just kept it real, I would be counting up with you
I'm a one man army and I see hate on my radar
Ready for the smoke, I keep an AK for AR
Smoking weed all day, I'm kicked up watching the playoffs
'Cause I'm still making money when I'm taking a day off
[Verse 8]
How you get cropped out the picture?
Doing shit you ain't never seen, my ****
And she be off a bean, no filter
Tell me what I gotta do to get that mixture
Everything seemed so smooth, so cool
Know I'ma stay real, but I don't know about you
Yeah, I don't know about you
If I go MIA, just know it's not about you
[Verse 9]
How you get cropped out the picture?
Doing shit you ain't never seen, my ****
And she be off a bean, no filter
Tell me what I gotta do to get that mixture
Everything seemed so smooth, so cool
Know I'ma stay real, but I don't know about you
Yeah, I don't know about you
If I go MIA, just know it's not about you
Written by: Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr., Navraj Singh Goraya, Nick Mira, Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe
