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,
bitch), 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' shit you ain't ever seen,
my nigga (yeah)
And she be off a bean, no filter
Tell me what I gotta do to get that
mixture (whoa)
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
Bitches, 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 Tec said
All these dollar bills,
turn 'em to my best friend
If I send 'em shooters,
let 'em know who sent them, yeah
Whoa, yeah, on the real,
I really had to be real with you
Whoa, yeah, on the real,
she don't even need no filter
How you get cropped out the picture?
Doin' shit you ain't ever seen, my nigga
And she be off a bean, no filter
Tell me what I gotta do to get that
mixture (yeah, whoa)
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
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, whoa, yeah, yeah)
On the real, I just had to be real
with you (yeah, whoa)
I just popped a bean and I'ma
speak with no filter (whoa)
You ain't trust my vision,
now you cropped out the picture
Paid for all your cases like I
did that shit with you
I don't got no filter,
I'm never comin' to get you (whoa)
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
Ready for the smoke, I
keep a AK for AR
Smokin' weed all day, I'm kicked
up watchin' the playoffs
'Cause I'm still makin' money
when I'm takin' a day off
How you get cropped out the picture?
Doin' shit you ain't ever seen, my nigga
And she be off a bean, no filter
Tell me what I gotta do to get that
mixture (yeah, whoa)
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' shit you ain't ever seen, my nigga
And she be off a bean, no filter
Tell me what I gotta do to get that mix
ture (yeah, whoa)
Everything seemed 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
Lil Tecca 
