Lil Tecca

"Angelic Slide (Version 2)"

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[Intro: Pasto Flocco]
Surf Gang, b*tch
[?]
Pasto Flocco, yeah

[Chorus: Pasto Flocco]
She gon' slide to the left
She f*ck with a n*gga, she f*ck with the clique
Trappin' in downtown, sellin' a brick
Shawty you know, yeah, shawty a prick
She gon' slide to the right
Don't gotta fight, my hollows, they hit
I scare a n*gga when he hit a clique
Your b*tch, yeah, she all on my di*k

[Verse 1: Pasto Flocco]
New check, new me, new drip
Lil' n*gga, yeah, please don't hit
And shawty, you know I had to [?]
I catch an opp, n*gga, that's a switch
Shoot at the law, so you know it drips
I'm runnin' the game, this is not a glitch
That n*gga a stain, that n*gga a b*tch
Word on the streets, you a fake crip

[Chorus: Pasto Flocco]
She gon' slide to the left
She f*ck with a n*gga, she f*ck with the clique
Trappin' in downtown, sellin' a brick
Shawty you know, yeah, shawty a prick
She gon' slide to the right
Don't gotta fight, my hollows, they hit
I scare a n*gga when he hit a clique
Your b*tch, yeah, she all on my di*k

[Verse 2: Pasto Flocco]
Shawty, she ratchet, Shanaynay
Glizzy hit him, make him do the nae-nae
Micheal Jordan when I step back, fadeaways
Sippin' two 4's, b*tch, I fade away
In the crib, yeah, she ate away
She eat on my di*k, yeah, she ate away
She was suckin' on di*k in the backseat
She boppin' her head to the 808
You say you want money? n*gga, let's go
Her pus*y pink, n*gga, like panther
100 bands in the foriegn, let's go
Kill a n*gga, leave him in a threshold
I get them bands [?]
[?] she pull up tonight
She wanna chill tonight, yeah-yeah
Baby girl, [?]

[Chorus: Pasto Flocco]
She gon' slide to the left
She f*ck with a n*gga, she f*ck with the clique
Trappin' in downtown, sellin' a brick
Shawty you know, yeah, shawty a prick
She gon' slide to the right
Don't gotta fight, my hollows, they hit
I scare a n*gga when he hit a clique
Your b*tch, yeah, she all on my di*k

[Verse 3: Lil Tecca]
[...]
-We gon' hit up Vell for the bit
Big angelic, n*gga, you ain't it
You a loser, you forgot how to win
Tecca Vercetti, I think he my twin
That b*tch gave me back and her n*gga name Jim
Pasto said "Let's shoot the video"
n*gga, where the f*ck is the lens?
Nah, I cannot change, 'cause I got a little chain
All I know is how to stay the same
You get some fame and it get to your brain
So I had to make my own lane, baby
I'm like "f*ck all this fame, baby"
But my pockets, they gon' change
But you'll always be my main, bae
I'm gon' run it up with you
n*gga run up, bro gon' shoot
b*tch, I be drippin' from shirt to the shoe
My shawty be drippin', rockin' 22
Reason why-
[...]

[Chorus: Pasto Flocco]
She gon' slide to the left
She f*ck with a n*gga, she f*ck with the clique
Trappin' in downtown, sellin' a brick
Shawty you know, yeah, shawty a prick
She gon' slide to the right
Don't gotta fight, my hollows, they hit
I scare a n*gga when he hit a clique
Your b*tch, yeah, she all on my di*k

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