ABOUT YOU (Explicit)

ABOUT YOU (Explicit) - Lil Tecca/NAV

Lyrics by：Nick Mira/Danny Snodgrass, Jr./Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe/Navraj Singh Goraya

Composed by：Nick Mira/Danny Snodgrass, Jr./Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe/Navraj Singh Goraya

Lil Tecca：

Yeah we be on this side yeah we be on this side

Yeah yeah

Hahaha Nick you're stupid

Yeah we be on this side yeah we be on this side

Yeah yeah

We love you Tecca

We on this side

Internet Money b***h

Yeah we be on this side

Yeah we be on this side yeah we be on this side

How you get cropped out the picture

Doin' s**t you ain't ever seen my n***a

Yeah

And she be off a bean no filter

Tell me what I gotta do to get that mixture

Everything seems so smooth so cool

Know I'ma stay real but I don't know about you

Yeah I don't know about you

If I go M.I.A just know it's not about you

B***hes they be flockin' to the left side

And all the birds they be flockin' to the bread right

If it don't work first do it ten times

Before you see that green light you see that red light

I could text them yeah I won't text send

And I won't love a thot yeah that's what Tecc' said

All these dollar bills turn 'em to my best friend

If I send 'em shooters let 'em know who sent them yeah

Woah

Yeah

On the real I really had to be real with you

Woah

Yeah

On the real she don't even need no filter

How you get cropped out the picture

Doin' s**t you ain't ever seen my n***a

And she be off a bean no filter

Tell me what I gotta do to get that mixture

Everything seems so smooth so cool

Know I'ma stay real but I don't know about you

Yeah I don't know about you

If I go M.I.A just know it's not about you

NAV：

In my penthouse I been vibing on the West side

West side

Always baked it took a while to get my bread right

You might think she average but shawty my type

My type

Her body started looking better 'cause the head right

I know I'm from the Six but I'm from the West end

West end

But I can hit your girl and she gon' bring her best friend

Let's go

Tryna stay low-key my boys be bringing packs in

Oh

I don't gotta front they know I get the backend

Yeah woah yeah yeah

On the real I just had to be real with you

Yeah woah

I just popped a bean and I'ma speak with no filter

Woah

You ain't trust my vision now you cropped out the picture

Paid for all your cases like I did that s**t with you

I don't got no filter I'm never coming to get you

Woah

If you just kept it real I would be countin' up with you

Kept it real

I'm a one man army and I see hate on my radar

Oh-oh

Ready for the smoke I keep a AK for AR

Oh-oh

Smokin' w**d all day I'm kicked up watchin' the playoffs

Oh-oh

'Cause I'm still makin' money when I'm takin' a day off

Oh-oh

Lil Tecca：

How you get cropped out the picture

Doin' s**t you ain't ever seen my n***a

And she be off a bean no filter

Tell me what I gotta do to get that mixture

Everything seems so smooth so cool

Know I'ma stay real but I don't know about you

Yeah I don't know about you

If I go M.I.A just know it's not about you

How you get cropped out the picture

Doin' s**t you ain't ever seen my n***a

And she be off a bean no filter

Tell me what I gotta do to get that mixture

Everything seems so smooth so cool

Know I'ma stay real but I don't know about you

Yeah I don't know about you

If I go M.I.A just know it's not about you