Wildin lyrics

[Intro: Lil Tecca & Warhol.SS]
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Uh-uh (Bop), ooh (Uh)
(Menoh)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Tecca]
Yeah, ooh, she wildin', wildin', she do her thing, thing
I rock the chopper on me to let it bang, bang
Money over b*tches, all my n*ggas say the same thing
Real Angelic, all my n*ggas on the same thing
Say hello to my little friend, automatic chopper
Warhol sending shots like a n*gga at the doctor
She goin' off with her bottom, but I only want the top, yeah
And I'm goin' up fast and a n*gga can't stop, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
Ooh, she wildin', wildin', she do her thing
I got the chopper on me to let it bang
Put him on a white tee like he was a stain
And my first name Tyler, so it's Golf on my chain
Why these n*ggas on my di*k? Better stay in your lane, yeah
n*gga gon' support, 'cause I'm hot like a flame
Yeah, these n*ggas, they some b*tches like a dog, get tamed
Yeah, she say, "You want my love?" I want a little like a grain

[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]
You could only feel good, if you bad
You could only feel happy, if you feel sad
n*gga got LSD on a lil' chad
She just swallowed all my kids, now I'm feelin' like a lil' dad
Oops, that's your b*tch, now you're lil' mad
"Did It Again" just hit five mill', now I'm real glad
Yeah, he talkin' on the internet, I know where he stay at
And you lookin' for your bae, on my di*k, where your bae at? Yeah
I can't trust a n*gga, I can't trust a n*gga, no
Talkin sh*t on the 'Gram, but in person want a photo
I ain't really have to practice, I was just a proto'
f*cked with you, that was past tense, I don't really know though
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Tecca]
Yeah, ooh, she wildin', wildin', she do her thing, thing
I rock the chopper on me to let it bang, bang
Money over b*tches, all my n*ggas say the same thing
Real Angelic, all my n*ggas on the same thing
Say hello to my little friend, automatic chopper
Warhol sending shots like a n*gga at the doctor
She goin' off with her bottom, but I only want the top, yeah
And I'm goin' up fast and a n*gga can't stop, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
Ooh, she wildin', wildin', she do her thing
I got the chopper on me to let it bang
Put him on a white tee like he was a stain
And my first name Tyler, so it's Golf on my chain
Why these n*ggas on my di*k? Better stay in your lane, yeah
n*gga gon' support, 'cause I'm hot like a flame
Yeah, these n*ggas, they some b*tches like a dog, get tamed
Yeah, she say, "You want my love?" I want a little like a grain

[Verse 2: Warhol.SS]
I flew the birds out the trap in the South, yeah
Told him it's a kick door, so we in your house, yeah
pus*y n*gga playin' like a cat, no mouse, yeah
Like a LaChappelle Show, f*ck your couch, yeah
Runtz in my line so I'm gone off the Earth, uh
Livin' this life was a blessin' and a curse, uh
Tell him if he scared go to church, uh-huh
Swear I had to get it out the dirt, uh-huh
Chopper on me, n*gga, no Nerf, uh-huh
Pop out at an angle like I'm Kurt, uh-huh
Soldiers out, attention, on alert, uh-huh
Got these n*ggas jugged, you know it's worth it, yeah
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Tecca]
Yeah, ooh, she wildin', wildin', she do her thing, thing
I rock the chopper on me to let it bang, bang
Money over b*tches, all my n*ggas say the same thing
Real Angelic, all my n*ggas on the same thing
Say hello to my little friend, automatic chopper
Warhol sending shots like a n*gga at the doctor
She goin' off with her bottom, but I only want the top, yeah
And I'm goin' up fast and a n*gga can't stop, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
Yeah, ooh, she wildin', wildin', she do her thing
I got the chopper on me to let it bang
Put him on a white tee like he was a stain
And my first name Tyler, so it's Golf on my chain
Why these n*ggas on my di*k? Better stay in your lane, yeah
n*gga gon' support, 'cause I'm hot like a flame
Yeah, these n*ggas, they some b*tches like a dog, get tamed
Yeah, she say, "You want my love?" I want a little like a grain