Lil Tecca - Amigo (sped up)

(I like this song)
We love you, Tecca
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah, ah

I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that
Just mixed the BAPE with the Simons, my bad
And you fell in love, so sad
You wish that you could go back to when she said call back
He came with that drip and left with a toe tag
I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags
They say a nigga heart cold, aint talkin polar (Uh, uh, uh)
Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin solar (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

And I feel like Chris Paul with the floater (Uh)
Aint believe I had that sauce, yeah, I had to show her (Uh)
Remember when I wanna link, they aint wanna show up
Funny how they hit my jack, see a nigga blowin up
Hit my phone, say, "You popular, I aint popular"
Yeah, chopper hit him, have him singin pop with us
Yeah, how you say you gang if you aint pop with us?
And I remember all them times they aint fuck with us
Yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the opps
I see right through these niggas, I see through they noggin
Boy, you beggin for attention, you aint really poppin
And you cant hang with the gang, you aint really gon pop shit
And practice makes perfect, so the style, I had to polish
And I only hang with day ones, you already know how Im rockin
If he talkin bullshit, I dont even know why you talkin (Shut up)
All these niggas gon be fake, real man, I know how to start it