Repeat It Lyrics by Lil Tecca ft. Gunna

[Intro: Lil Tecca]
(Told 'em to cut all the lights)
I'm in the field, we goin' up
Told 'em to cut all the lights out
Oh, oh-oh (Census, what you cookin'?)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Tecca]
I'm in New York, where it be cold
Look at my neck, 'cause it's iced out
I'm in the field, we goin' up (Yeah)
Told 'em to cut all the lights out
You want a problem? You better think about it (Oh-oh)
'Cause that come with a price now
I get her go, I do not think about it
I don't go with the hype style, yeah
(Yeah, We love you, Tecca)
You want a problem?
Lil' bitch, I ain't involved (Involved)
Everythin' that we talked 'bout still left unresolved (Unresolved)
Baby, you were just the one playin'
That's how I recall it (Recall)
If I look through these Cartiers frames
I don't even see love (Oh)

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
Stayin' up, I get no rest, rest, rest, rest
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't gotta sleep, yeah
Fuckin' with bitches, the best, best, best, best
Shawty conceited (Woah)
Fuck with the gang and you dead, dead, dead, dead
You should've seen this (Woah, woah)
Put some dollars on your head, head, head, head
Then I repeat it

[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]
Diamonds wet
Everywhere I go my diamonds cold, yeah (Yeah)
Line 'em up
We could turn 'em into dominoes, yeah (Yeah)
Ride in the Benz, drop the top
And now my hair in the wind, yeah (Woah)
She at it again, I'm at it again, we at it again
Real shooters, they gon' do what it takes
Ski mask, they ain't showin' the face
No FaceTime, that might come with a case
Got no time, makin' minimum wage
Goin' hard, you see me out of state
Took her home, and now she want to stay
Said she mine for tonight, it's okay
We at it again, we at it again, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Tecca]
I'm in New York, where it be cold
Look at my neck, 'cause it's iced out
I'm in the field, we goin' up (Yeah)
Told 'em to cut all the lights out
You want a problem?
You better think about it (Oh-oh)
'Cause that come with a price now
I get her go, I do not think about it
I don't go with the hype style, yeah
You want a problem? Lil' bitch
I ain't involved (Involved)
Everythin' that we talked 'bout still left unresolved (Unresolved)
Baby, you were just the one playin'
That's how I recall it (Recall)
If I look through these Cartiers frames
I don't even see love (Oh)

[Chorus: Lil Tecca & Gunna]
Stayin' up, I get no rest, rest, rest, rest
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't gotta sleep, yeah
Fuckin' with bitches, the best, best, best, best
Shawty conceited (Woah)
Fuck with the gang and you dead, dead, dead, dead
You should've seen this (Woah, woah)
Put some dollars on your head, head, head, head
Then I repeat it (Repeat it)

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Still eatin'
I can't even spell drought (Spell drought)
It's been a long time, I swear to God
I can remember we sleep in the trap house
(I can remember we sleep in the trap house)
We shop in New York
We shop in Miami, in Vegas we gamble
And cash out (Cash out)
These rappers play tough
But we always ready and
Don't really see what the cap 'bout
(Don't really see what the cap 'bout)
Put some money on your head, head, head, head
I feel heartless (I feel heartless)
Baguettes in the Rolex on a snow bitch
Oh my God (Oh my God)
Tell promoters send the check and the jet
Yeah, I don't bargain (I don't bargain)
Gunna taught you how to dress
Nigga, say less, drippin' the hardest

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Tecca]
I'm in New York, where it be cold
Look at my neck, 'cause it's iced out
I'm in the field, we goin' up (Yeah)
Told 'em to cut all the lights out
You want a problem? You better think about it (Oh-oh)
'Cause that come with a price now
I get her go, I do not think about it
I don't go with the hype style, yeah
You want a problem?
Lil' bitch, I ain't involved (Involved)
Everythin' that we talked 'bout still left unresolved (Unresolved)
Baby, you were just the one playin'
That's how I recall it (Recall)
If I look through these Cartiers frames
I don't even see love (Oh)

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
Stayin' up, I get no rest, rest, rest, rest
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't gotta sleep, yeah
Fuckin' with bitches, the best, best, best, best
Shawty conceited (Woah)
Fuck with the gang and you dead, dead, dead, dead
You should've seen this (Woah, woah)
Put some dollars on your head, head, head, head
Then I repeat it