I like this song, we love you Tecca
Why you look so mad? (Ginseng)
Why you look so mad all the time?
I like-
Fuck out my face nigga
You niggas is bitches, leave me the fuck alone
I don’t even fuck wit' y’all, what the fuck you talkin' bout?
Tecca

Just woke up, I freestyle on a nigga, man, this shit don’t stop
Yeah, rockin' Rick Owens on my bitch, she bad, got a Gucci crop top
Run up on a nigga, get lit it like BIC if a nigga talkin' hot (bitch)
I just make new hit today, 'cause I’m hot and you not
I just pour up a deuce of that cup
Pour up a deuce of that 'Wock (that 'Wock)
And your bitch on my dick, gettin' top
Bitch on my dick, gettin' 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 fuck (don’t give a fuck)
They like Tecca, why you so moody?, lil' nigga, I’m just in my mood
I don’t fuck with you niggas, I’m not quiet, I just don’t talk to you (talk to my bitch)
They say Tecca, why you look mad?, lil' nigga, that just be my mood (my mood)
They say Tecca, why you look mad?, lil' nigga, that just be my mood
Two bitches on my dick, they arguin', nigga, like Family Feud
They say Tecca switched up on the gang
Lil' nigga, yeah, you know it ain’t true (fuck your gang)
Some niggas, they stole from me
Some niggas, they flopped on me (punk-ass niggas)
Got your bitch givin' top on me, if a nigga talkin' hot on me (niggas is bitches)
Man, some niggas try to steal sauce, nigga think I don’t peep that shit (stealin' the sauce)
Man, some niggas try to steal from my house, I peep that shit (steal from my house)
I peeped that bitch, she move funny, nigga, I peep that shit
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 shit, 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 niggas think they angelic, I don't even really fuck with you, bitch
Man this shit too easy, freestyling in the mic, really do this shit
Fucking so many thots, I damn near forgot I knew this bitch
Man, I just got a check, I ain't even gon' lie, I blew this shit (10K)
Ran down on a opp crib, man, they thought we just moved in (moved in)
I don’t fuck with no thots, I ain’t gon’ lie, they choosin'
They choosin', you ain’t winnin'
I do this, I got your bitch and she fuck 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 comin', fuck outta here
Man, these niggas bitches