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TEC Video (MV)




Performed By: Chief Keef
Featuring: Tadoe
Written by: Don Paschall, Keith Cozart




Chief Keef - TEC Lyrics




[ Featuring Tadoe ]

Boy, hold my jewelry, it's a pound, ayy
Brick on my wrist right now, ayy
(DP on the beat)
And I'm finna go and scoop your bitch, ayy
And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks, ayy
Finna pull up on my ex, ayy
Pull up on my ex, make that bitch mad, ayy
I ain't got no f*cking type of respect, ayy
But I heard you get respect with TEC's, ayy

Boy, hold my jewelry, it's a pound, ayy
Brick on my wrist right now, ayy
And I'm finna go and scoop your bitch, ayy
And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks, ayy
Finna pull up on my ex, ayy
Pull up on my ex, make that bitch mad, ayy
I ain't got no f*cking type of respect, ayy
But I heard you get respect with TEC's, ayy

D-Moe go grab the pound
(D-Moe go grab the pound)
Thots coming over to suck us right now
(They comin' to suck us right now)
Roll up, let's get high
(Let's get high, bitch)
Smoke a nigga, fry him
(Smoke a nigga, fry him, bitch)
Let him come up in this f*cking house
(In this house)
Pistol to his motherf*ckin' mouth
(To his f*ckin' mouth, bang)
I told him watch his motherf*ckin' mouth
(Told him watch his mouth, gang)
Who the f*ck talkin' now? (Talkin' now)
Flexin', look at my muscle
(Look at my motherf*ckin' muscle)
My truck got a muscle
(Truck got a motherf*ckin' muscle)
It ain't American, it's foreign
(Bitch, it's foreign)
My bitch ain't American, she foreign
(My bitch is foreign)
She is from Dubai (Dubai)
I got that check, then I flew by, I roll by
(Flew by) didn't stop for nobody (Nobody)
I don't f*ck with nobody
(F*ck with nobody, though)
I'm hardbody, f*ck your body and your party
We gon' come through, shoot your party
(Shoot your party)
Who told you to party? Not Glo Gang
(Glo Gang, bitch)
F*ckboy, you's a no name (You's a no)

Boy, hold my jewelry, it's a pound, ayy
Brick on my wrist right now, ayy
And I'm finna go and scoop your bitch, ayy
And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks, ayy
Finna pull up on my ex, ayy
Pull up on my ex, make that bitch mad, ayy
I ain't got no f*cking type of respect, ayy
But I heard you get respect with TEC's, ayy

I just bought a chop, let's do a hit
You wifin' her, she doing dicks
I got a 30 with a stick
I'm Glo Gang, we hella rich
These niggas hate, but niggas bitches
These niggas tellin', niggas snitches
And you know snitches, they get stitches
Pulling up and you get digit's
Talking numbers, hundred rounds
Catch you lacking, it's man down
When I kill you, I'ma frown
Ain't no f*cking laughing, playing around
(DP on the beat)
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Boy, hold my jewelry, it's a pound, ayy
Brick on my wrist right now, ayy
(DP on the beat)
And I'm finna go and scoop your bitch, ayy
And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks, ayy
Finna pull up on my ex, ayy
Pull up on my ex, make that bitch mad, ayy
I ain't got no f*cking type of respect, ayy
But I heard you get respect with TEC's, ayy

Boy, hold my jewelry, it's a pound, ayy
Brick on my wrist right now, ayy
And I'm finna go and scoop your bitch, ayy
And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks, ayy
Finna pull up on my ex, ayy
Pull up on my ex, make that bitch mad, ayy
I ain't got no f*cking type of respect, ayy
But I heard you get respect with TEC's, ayy

D-Moe go grab the pound
(D-Moe go grab the pound)
Thots coming over to suck us right now
(They comin' to suck us right now)
Roll up, let's get high
(Let's get high, bitch)
Smoke a nigga, fry him
(Smoke a nigga, fry him, bitch)
Let him come up in this f*cking house
(In this house)
Pistol to his motherf*ckin' mouth
(To his f*ckin' mouth, bang)
I told him watch his motherf*ckin' mouth
(Told him watch his mouth, gang)
Who the f*ck talkin' now? (Talkin' now)
Flexin', look at my muscle
(Look at my motherf*ckin' muscle)
My truck got a muscle
(Truck got a motherf*ckin' muscle)
It ain't American, it's foreign
(Bitch, it's foreign)
My bitch ain't American, she foreign
(My bitch is foreign)
She is from Dubai (Dubai)
I got that check, then I flew by, I roll by
(Flew by) didn't stop for nobody (Nobody)
I don't f*ck with nobody
(F*ck with nobody, though)
I'm hardbody, f*ck your body and your party
We gon' come through, shoot your party
(Shoot your party)
Who told you to party? Not Glo Gang
(Glo Gang, bitch)
F*ckboy, you's a no name (You's a no)

Boy, hold my jewelry, it's a pound, ayy
Brick on my wrist right now, ayy
And I'm finna go and scoop your bitch, ayy
And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks, ayy
Finna pull up on my ex, ayy
Pull up on my ex, make that bitch mad, ayy
I ain't got no f*cking type of respect, ayy
But I heard you get respect with TEC's, ayy

I just bought a chop, let's do a hit
You wifin' her, she doing dicks
I got a 30 with a stick
I'm Glo Gang, we hella rich
These niggas hate, but niggas bitches
These niggas tellin', niggas snitches
And you know snitches, they get stitches
Pulling up and you get digit's
Talking numbers, hundred rounds
Catch you lacking, it's man down
When I kill you, I'ma frown
Ain't no f*cking laughing, playing around
(DP on the beat)
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Writer: Don Paschall, Keith Cozart
Copyright: Lyrics © DON PUBLISHING LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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