How I Was Raised (Original Version) By Lil Tecca - Lyrics.lol

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Lil TeccaHow I Was Raised (Original Version)[Intro]Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid[Chorus: Trippie Redd]Pull up in that MurciélagoBottle of champagne that I pourDo the dash like Grand Theft AutoAnd you can get this semi-autoThat's how I was raised, all I knowThat's how I was raised, all I knowThat's how I was raised, all I knowThat's how I was raised, all I know (I know, yeah)[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]Shawty give me lovin', shawty give me lovin' (Give me lovin')With your bitch, probably kissin' and rubbin' (Yeah)Probably kissin' and touchin' (Yeah)She gon' lick me and suck me (Yeah), yeah (Yeah, yeah, uh)Bitch, I keep a Glock because that's all I know (Yeah, yeah, uh)Yeah, bitch, I keep a mop because that's all I know (Yeah, yeah, yeah), yeahI like servin' rocks because that's all I know (Yeah, yeah, yeah)Yeah, bitch, I rep the block because that's all I know, baby (Rep the block)800 baby, 1400 baby (Gang, gang, gang)1400 raised me, 800 raised me (Yeah, yeah)Found my soul, it saved me (Yeah)I'ma pull up in that Wraith thing, do the race like Tay-K[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Lil Tecca]Pull up in that MurciélagoBottle of champagne that I pourDo the dash like Grand Theft AutoAnd you can get this semi-autoThat's how I was raised, all I knowThat's how I was raised, all I knowThat's how I was raised, all I know (Uh, uh, uh)That's how I was raised, all I know (Yeah, yeah, uh)[Verse 2: Lil Tecca]We gon' pull up from MurciélagoPut that boy in the ground like a potholeYeah, she hit up my line, see what I'm onAnd she say I took off like I'm NASAAnd that bitch, she a thot, she get passed offFeel like Rondo, I don't wanna pass offBetter watch your lil' bitch, she get tapped onToo ahead of him, know that he mad, yeahShe said that I'm fresh like Bel AirThink he a demon, send his ass to hell, yeahJust got the pack, brought it through the mail, yeahRemember the day that I hit a millionYou know I ain't regular, know I ain't civilianAim for the top, boy left the ceilingYour bitch givin' top, n***a, like the ceilingDon't fuck with your energy, I do not feel himI said fuck all these n***asI do not fuck with all these n***asAnd I'm stuck with myselfOnly gang gon' get biggerOnly gang, only real n***asGon' be same gang 'til the fuckin' finish (Oh my God)Same gang 'til the finish[Chorus: Trippie Redd]Pull up in that MurciélagoBottle of champagne that I pourDo the dash like Grand Theft AutoAnd you can get this semi-autoThat's how I was raised, all I knowThat's how I was raised, all I knowThat's how I was raised, all I knowThat's how I was raised, all I know (I know, yeah)[Verse 3: 9lokkNine]Led a n***a through the shit we dealtAin't feel the pain we feltI told my n***a, "Right or wrong, this shit here 'til the day we melt"Like this my way of living, shit, I ain't got no purpose to be hereBut I'ma go out with a bang and that's why there's one up under my beltTwo to the shelf, that shit was foul, you can even much ask the refNo, not hereYou could be God, n***a, ain't no n***a that I feelI see these n***as, they keep testin' that water, they wanna dripI said we really wet shit up for real, don't get caught up in what you hitI wanna move away all in the hills, but n***as won't think it's fairReminiscing 'bout lil' Anna make a n***a drop a tearBut I don't show weakness 'cause that's when they gon' take advantage for realLike if a n***a vanish, if y'all gon' blame me if he get killedYou worked the case for the detective, you made it for easy themI'm talking your puppies starvin' like you ain't feedin' themAnd I ain't gon' have my handouts, ain't no needs for you to giveI'm from them section 8 apartments where you better keep a steel[Chorus: Trippie Redd]Pull up in that MurciélagoBottle of champagne that I pourDo the dash like Grand Theft AutoAnd you can get this semi-autoThat's how I was raised, all I knowThat's how I was raised, all I knowThat's how I was raised, all I knowThat's how I was raised, all I know (I know, yeah)