"ABOUT YOU" lyrics
Lil Tecca & NAV Lyrics
(Yeah we be on this side)
(Yeah we be on this side)
(Yeah we be on this side)
(Yeah we be on this side)
How you get cropped out the picture
Doing shit you ain't never seen my nigga
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 ima 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
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
If I send them shooters let them know who sent them
On the real really had to be real with ya
On the real she don't even need no filter
How you get cropped out the picture
Doing shit you ain't never seen my nigga
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 ima 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
In my penthouse I been vibing on the westside
Always evicted, it took me 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
Trying to stay lowkey my boys been bringing packs in
I don't gotta front they know I get the back-end
On the real I just had to be real with ya
I just popped a bean and imma speak with no filter
You ain't trust my vision now you cropped out the picture
Pay 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 or 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
How you get cropped out the picture
Doing shit you ain't never seen my nigga
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 ima 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
(Yeah we be on this side)
(Yeah we be on this side)
(Yeah we be on this side)
How you get cropped out the picture
Doing shit you ain't never seen my nigga
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 ima 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
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
If I send them shooters let them know who sent them
On the real really had to be real with ya
On the real she don't even need no filter
How you get cropped out the picture
Doing shit you ain't never seen my nigga
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 ima 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
In my penthouse I been vibing on the westside
Always evicted, it took me 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
Trying to stay lowkey my boys been bringing packs in
I don't gotta front they know I get the back-end
On the real I just had to be real with ya
I just popped a bean and imma speak with no filter
You ain't trust my vision now you cropped out the picture
Pay 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 or 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
How you get cropped out the picture
Doing shit you ain't never seen my nigga
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 ima 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
Writer(s): Navraj Goraya, Danny Lee Snodgrass Jr., Nicholas Mira, Tyler Justin Sharpe
