Lil Tecca - Our Time

And you don’t even know, and we don’t even know
I just know I’m 'bout to blow, I just know I’m 'bout to go
Shout out to my nigga Vell (Yeah), yeah, you know he from the North
Got your bitch, she on my body and she sucking me on soft
Why these niggas talking hot? Boy, you know that you ain’t tough
Yeah, and I ain’t gon' lie, got me really fucked up, really fucked up
Really fucked up, really fucked up
Got me really fucked up, really fucked up
Really fucked up, really fucked up
Got me really fucked up (Jayron made it right)
I swear, I don’t fuck with these niggas (Nah)
I’m tired, I act like I fuck with these niggas (Nah)
It’s like, 'cause they ain’t get fake, I get bigger (Nah)
Sometimes I don’t even wanna get bigger
I remember when I didn’t look in the mirror
Now I see I’m the man when I look in the mirror (Oh, I’m the man)
Are you really the man that you see in the mirror?
Is that really your gang? Did they help you get here? (Yeah)
Fit gon' drip, it don’t matter what I wear
I could wear a Nikey sweatsuit with a Moncler (With a Moncler)
And it’s gon' be angelic as long as I’m here
They say «Lil Tecca, what style are you wearin'?» («What style are you wearin'?
Yeah, shawty on my body, I don’t even want her (Want her)
All cold outside, I ain’t even gon' burr (Fuck that)
Found out that some niggas, they be using me for clout, yeah
Pull up on your block, all my niggas gon' skirt
Shout out to my nigga Vell (Yeah), yeah, you know he from the North
Got your bitch, she on my body and she sucking me on soft
Why these niggas talking hot? Boy, you know that you ain’t tough
Yeah, and I ain’t gon' lie, got me really fucked up, really fucked up
Really fucked up, really fucked up
Got me really fucked up, really fucked up
Really fucked up, really fucked up
Got me really fucked up (Jayron made it right)