Repeat It Lyrics - Lil Tecca | Gunna

Census, what you cookin’

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
Told ’em to cut all the lights out
You want a problem
You better think about it
‘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’ b**ch, I ain’t involved
Everything that we talked ’bout
Still left unresolved
Baby, you were just the one playin’
That’s how I recall it
If I look through these cartiers frames
I don’t even see love

Stayin’ up, I get no rest, rest, rest, rest
Don’t gotta sleep, yeah
F**kin’ with b**ches, the best, best, best, best
Shawty conceited
F**k with the gang and you dead, dead, dead, dead
You should’ve seen this
Put some dollars on your head, head, head, head
Then I repeat it

Diamonds wet, everywhere I go my diamonds cold, yeah
Line ’em up, we could turn ’em into dominoes, yeah
Ride in the benz, drop the top
And now my hair in the wind, yeah
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

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
Told ’em to cut all the lights out
You want a problem you better think about it
‘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’ b**ch, I ain’t involved
Everything that we talked ’bout
Still left unresolved
Baby, you were just the one playin’
That’s how I recall it
If I look through these cartiers frames
I don’t even see love

Stayin’ up, I get no rest, rest, rest, rest
Don’t gotta sleep, yeah
F**kin’ with b**ches, the best, best, best, best
Shawty conceited
F**k with the gang and you dead, dead, dead, dead
You should’ve seen this
Put some dollars on your head, head, head, head
Then I repeat it

Still eating, I can’t even spell drought
It’s been a long time, I swear to god
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
These rappers play tough but we always ready
And don’t really see what the cap ’bout

Put some money on your head, head
Head, head, I feel heartless
Baguettes in the rolex on a snow b**ch, oh my god
Tell promoters send the check and the jet, yeah
I don’t bargain
Gunna taught you how to dress, n**ga, say less
Dripping the hardest

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
Told ’em to cut all the lights out
You want a problem you better think about it
‘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’ b**ch, I ain’t involved
Everything that we talked ’bout
Still left unresolved
Baby, you were just the one playin’
That’s how I recall it
If I look through these cartiers frames
I don’t even see love

Stayin’ up, I get no rest, rest, rest, rest
Don’t gotta sleep, yeah
F**kin’ with b**ches, the best, best, best, best
Shawty conceited
F**k with the gang and you dead, dead, dead, dead
You should’ve seen this
Put some dollars on your head, head, head, head
Then I repeat it