Lil Tecca – Irish Goodbye
I walk in the spot, make that motherfucker go
Irish goodbye, I been tryna lay low
Got a lot on my mind, bitch, I spend it in the store
And you not my kind, you ain’t tryna make the oath
L.A. or New York, I be fuckin’ with the coastal
New ZIP code, shawty want a new postal
I been on my shit, made it flip like I’m supposed to
You ain’t tryna get rich or get richer, I don’t know you
It’s one life, I don’t got the time to spare
I know shawty bad, I don’t got the time to care
When I spin to the bank, I fuck with the teller there
I like your hair, now let me get them ends
This shit’d be different if you seen it through my lens
I don’t like no fame, don’t want another chance
In my biker Balmain’s, I ain’t even rock the flares
In a brand-new whip, that shit make you stop, stare
I don’t even know what you go through
I don’t know where all that go to
When you dolo, nigga, you don’t lose
Everything you know, it’s just old news
I don’t even know what you go through
I don’t know where all that go to
When you dolo, nigga, you don’t lose
Everything you know, it’s just old news
I walk in the spot, make that motherfucker go
Irish goodbye, I been tryna lay low
Got a lot on my mind, bitch, I spend it in the store
And you not my kind, you ain’t tryna make the oath
L.A. or New York, I be fuckin’ with the coastal
New ZIP code, shawty want a new postal
I been on my shit, made it flip like I’m supposed to
You ain’t tryna get rich or get richer, I don’t know you
I walk in the spot, make that motherfucker go
Irish goodbye, I been tryna lay low
Got a lot on my mind, bitch, I spend it in the store
And you not my kind, you ain’t tryna make the oath
L.A. or New York, I be fuckin’ with the coastal
New ZIP code, shawty want a new postal
I been on my shit, made it flip like I’m supposed to
You ain’t tryna get rich or get richer, I don’t know you
[Lil Tecca – Irish Goodbye (Lyrics)]
