[Intro: Doller]
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah
Let me get it, let me
Let me get it, let me get
Yeah
[Chorus: Doller]
Buss down food with tek
My old links can’t get tek
‘Cah I chop down gyal with tek
On the mic and I kill ‘em with tek
On the field, I’ve been blessed with tek
Jailhouse man say they need a new TEC
They’re not rating and still hating
Not my fault that they ain’t got tek
[Verse 1: Doller]
Why you out here broke?
Got mad and I bought more-
White part, not talking yolk
I’m bespokе like I come off the boat
What? Jokе
Ain’t a film or soap
You fight beats and your boy just floats
Born with skill and Doller too dope
Let that soak
Ain’t got a vision, nah, they ain’t got a scope
I’m allergic to broke
You ain’t gotta listen but please take note
Practice gratitude on tenfold
Blax and Nelson gave me a rope
Blax and Nelson gave me a rope
[Chorus: Doller]
Buss down food with tek
My old links can’t get tek
‘Cah I chop down gyal with tek
On the mic and I kill ‘em with tek
On the field, I’ve been blessed with tek
Jailhouse man say they need a new TEC
They’re not rating and still hating
Not my fault that they ain’t got tek
[Verse 2: Ozzie B]
Yeah, I’ve got skill, got a lot of tekkers
My accuracy’s up, on point like Beckham
If niggas chat shit, old school man deck ‘em
Up to the time, my don, what you reckon?
Move lightspeed, you know it takes me a second
I rule my own destiny, make my own heaven
I’m about a ten, my don, you’re a seven
Like a Rasta, I meditate, unblock my reverence
You know we gotta graft
You know man’s gotta make paper
‘Cah we nah cater
For no fuckboy or a hater
Born in Britain
But my bloodline comes from Jamaica
Bad B said she wan’ beat
But I told her I’m not Daseca
[Chorus: Doller]
Buss down food with tek
My old links can’t get tek
‘Cah I chop down gyal with tek
On the mic and I kill ‘em with tek
On the field, I’ve been blessed with tek
Jailhouse man say they need a new TEC
They’re not rating and still hating
Not my fault that they ain’t got tek
[Verse 3: Fumin]
Yo, finesse and tekkers
Come through with the well-known steppers
If I put two hands on the weapon
It don’t just rain, it peppers
Got the TEC-9 in my waistline
So you better leave like Harry or Meghan
Gang’s all dressed in black like Peckham
So the desert eagle might peck ‘em
Tek
Flawless, impeccable tek
Multiple, I’ve got several tek
Eating right, I’ve got edible tek
Mediocre, can’t level with tek
I start whipping it up, you get chef
I ain’t gonna sit on the fence, I’m no ref
They can’t stop us now, we’re too blessed
[Chorus: Doller]
Buss down food with tek
My old links can’t get tek
‘Cah I chop down gyal with tek
On the mic and I kill ‘em with tek
On the field, I’ve been blessed with tek
Jailhouse man say they need a new TEC
They’re not rating and still hating
Not my fault that they ain’t got tek
[Verse 4: Neeko]
Who’s tryna say that I ain’t got tek?
Pause… wait one sec
High-grade spliff when I jump on set
No, I ain’t chatting ‘bout cats and dogs
When I say man are old-school vet
You already know that I don’t pet
I just wanna get money, then flex
Sex girls you bruddas can’t get
What did you expect?
Disrespect, no, I don’t accept
Mi nuh care if ah gangster
Or Barclays bank, rudeboy, mi nuh tek no check
When you man are making threats
I ain’t out here breaking sweat
True, I’ve got dons that’ll break your neck
You already know my tek
[Chorus: Doller]
Buss down food with tek
My old links can’t get tek
‘Cah I chop down gyal with tek
On the mic and I kill ‘em with tek
On the field, I’ve been blessed with tek
Jailhouse man say they need a new TEC
They’re not rating and still hating
Not my fault that they ain’t got tek