[Chorus: Simone Rem]

I don’t want no small talk

I’m not that fella playing with you, how you figure

Let the Benz walk

Cruising with my fellas, they got a big temper

Don’t want straps on

We be blowing up like a Note 7, that’s a Samsung

Call me Tecca, Imma take her, run her ass for some ransom

[Verse 1: Simone Rem]

Seems like everybody’s beefing

They like “what now?”

Stream my jam, go ‘head and listen

4-wheel, hop out

Different setting every season

The break starts now

TGIF, I need a minute

Shawty she be sweet, dairy milk, Cadbury

She got everything they look for and she mad pretty

But I don’t know if this girl really likes me

Big bih’ Imma check lemme see your ID

[Chorus]

I don’t want no small talk

I’m not that fella playing with you, how you figure

Let the Benz walk

Cruising with my fellas, they got a big temper

Don’t want straps on

We be blowing up like a Note 7, that’s a Samsung

Call me Tecca, Imma take her, run her ass for some ransom

[Verse 2: Simone Rem]

Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, she mad purty, yeah

Down south, Taguig, now where the party at?

I ain’t allowed to snitch, my homies told me that

They start to diss but they won’t type my @

They’re riding waves, Pablo started that

When the crowd sees me they bombarded

Double tap on that pic, Imma heart it

Flash that ice I’m rocking like it’s from the arctic

Don’t wanna play no games boy, you don’t wanna start it

[Chorus]

I don’t want no small talk

I’m not that fella playing with you, how you figure

Let the Benz walk

Cruising with my fellas, they got a big temper

Don’t want straps on

We be blowing up like a Note 7, that’s a Samsung

Call me Tecca, Imma take her, run her ass for some ransom

[Verse 3: Jut$]

Never switching lanes, Imma pick the pace

I got buss-downs on my wrist you people just can’t imitate

Cashing in a new check, I got M’s in my safe

All these fake friends wanna play with me but i ain’t got no face

Call me cherry ‘cause Imma always be on the top

All my songs are hits, yeah I never miss, yeah they a bop

Girls be all up in my DMs, yeah they just want the sauce

Imma pass, X like Nas, Imma just go ‘head and floss

[Chorus]

I don’t want no small talk

I’m not that fella playing with you, how you figure

Let the Benz walk

Cruising with my fellas, they got a big temper

Don’t want straps on

We be blowing up, like a Note 7, that’s a Samsung

Call me Tecca, Imma take her, run her ass for some ransom