Ransom [Remix]

[Intro: Lil Tecca]

Turn you to a dancer

Yeah

Internet Money, bitch

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]

I got black, I got white, what you want?

Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom

I know I'm 'bout to blow, I ain't dumb

They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom

I know that I'm gone

They see me blowin' up, now they say they want some

I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer

I see two twin opps, leave 'em on a banner

And I got two thick thots, wanna link the gang, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]

I got red, I got blue, what you want?

The Chanel or Balenciaga, Louis and Vuitton

She know I got the Fendi, Prada when I hit Milan

I needed me a die or rider, I need me the one

I started from the bottom, you could see the way I stunt

I want all the diamonds, I want that shit to weigh a ton

The opps, they tryna line me 'cause they hate the place I'm from

But them niggas don't know me, they just know the place I'm from

I got lots of shawties tryna pull up to my place

But you ain't want me last year, so just get up out my face

They all up in my inbox, so I know they want a taste

I know they want my downfall, lil' nigga, are you laced?

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]

I got black, I got white, what you want?

Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom

I know I'm 'bout to blow, I ain't dumb

They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom

I know that I'm gone

They see me blowin' up, now they say they want some

I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer

I see two twin opps, leave 'em on a banner

And I got two thick thots, wanna link the gang, yeah

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]

I'm in it to win it, I'ma be the best, yes, sir

Started from the bottom, I ain't have no one, yes, sir

Had to get big on them niggas, Bruce Banner

Bro split wigs, turn a nigga to a dancer

I got hard, I got soft, what you want?

Since the day that I've been on, they been blowing up my phone

I can't hear 'em, I got all this loud in my lungs

Thumbin' through these blue faces while I'm smoking on Runtz

Uh, I'm in the hills (Ooh, yeah), countin' them bills (Ooh, yeah)

All baguette diamonds (Ooh, yeah), chandelier give her chills (Yeah)

Feel like yesterday I was just watching Fresh Prince (Uh)

Now the crib look like Bel-Air, rip to Uncle Phil

Money big, Uncle Phil, twin Glocks, Phil and Lil

Niggas hate, Uncle Tom, spin them off me, carousel

Get 'em off me, go to hell, silencer, kill 'em soft

Tecca'll take you for ransom, me, I'll put you in a coffin

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]

I got black, I got white, what you want?

Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom

I know I'm 'bout to blow, I ain't dumb

They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom

I know that I'm gone

They see me blowin' up, now they say they want some

I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer

I see two twin opps, leave 'em on a banner

And I got two thick thots, wanna link the gang, yeah