Intro
Census, what you cookin'?

Chorus: Lil Tecca
Foreign baddies on me, shawty said
"Tecca, pull up on me," she on read
She don’t even know me, give me head
You could slide up on me, bring your friends
Toast up if you pourin' it, toast up if you scorin' it, for real
You need to pour up to get your confidence, for real
She need to purify her mindset, yeah
You don’t really gotta cry, lil' bitch, for real

Verse: Nav
Put my ice on, give me confidence, for real (For real)
Made lots of income, got me comin' out my deals (Yes, sir)
Don't wanna hear you complain if you ain't payin' no bills (No)
Don't let 'em take your spot, there’s a lot of girls that will
Tell me your secrets on Molly (Molly)
Racks in my pocket, like Polly
All the shit you do startin’ to bother me
Am I comin' back? I don’t know, probably
When she naggin', I don't give my ear (No ear)
Shorty start cryin' as if I care
Truth be told, she ain’t goin' nowhere
These bitches weren't there when I came up
Shorty want me 'cause I'm famous (Famous)
My crib full of lions, can't tame us
Shit go down at the party, they blame us (Yeah, yeah)
Midnight slidin' on an opp block
Shots made 'em dance, made 'em pop lock (Pop, pop)
Bought it in cash when my card dropped
I got some shit make your jaw lock (Yes, sir)

Chorus: Lil Tecca
Foreign baddies on me, shawty said
"Tecca, pull up on me," she on read
She don't even know me, give me head
You could slide up on me, bring your friends
Toast up if you pourin' it, toast up if you scorin' it, for real
You need to pour up to get your confidence, for real
She need to purify her mindset, yeah
You don't really gotta cry, lil' bitch, for real