Lil Tecca – “Repeat It” (ft. Gunna) [Audio, Lyrics]

Lil Tecca unveils a new piece, “Repeat It” featuring Gunna and co-produced by Taz Taylor, Census & Nico Baran. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the song.

Lil Tecca Repeat It

It is clear that Tecca has been working hard at perfecting his craft as the maturation in his delivery is undeniable. Gunna once again adds his magic to the mix and the pair collide on a single that their fans will enjoy. There has yet to be an update on We Love You Tecca 2, but we’ll keep you informed as to when it can be expected. In the meantime, stream “Repeat It” and let us know your thoughts.

Lil Tecca – Repeat It (ft. Gunna) (prod. Taz Taylor, Census & Nico Baran)

Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Tecca]
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
Oh-oh, oh-oh (Census, what you cookin’?)
Woah, oh-oh

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Tecca]
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 (Yeah)
Told ’em to cut all the lights out
You want a problem? You better think about it (Oh-oh)
‘Cause that come with a price now
I get her go, I don’t think about it
I don’t go with the hype style, yeah (Yeah, We love you, Tecca)
You want a problem? Lil’ bitch, I ain’t involved (Involved)
Everything that we talked about still left unresolved (Unresolved)
Baby, you were just a one player, that’s how I recall it (Recall)
If I look through these Cartiers frames, I don’t even see love (Oh)

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
Stayin’ up, I get no rest, rest, rest, rest (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don’t gotta sleep, yeah
Fuckin’ with bitches, the best, best, best, best
Shawty conceited (Woah)
Fuck with the gang and you dead, dead, dead, dead
You should’ve seen this (Woah, woah)
Put some dollars on your head, head, head, head
Then I repeat it

[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]
Diamonds wet, everywhere I go my diamonds cold, yeah (Yeah)
Line ’em up, we could turn ’em into dominoes, yeah (Yeah)
Ride in the Benz, drop the top, and now my head in the way, yeah (Woah)
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 face-time, it 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, that’s okay
We at it again, we at it again

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Tecca]
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 (Yeah)
Told ’em to cut all the lights out
You want a problem? You better think about it (Oh-oh)
‘Cause that come with a price now
I get her go, I don’t think about it
I don’t go with the hype style, yeah
You want a problem? Lil’ bitch, I ain’t involved (Involved)
Everything that we talked about still left unresolved (Unresolved)
Baby, you were just a one player, that’s how I recall it (Recall)
If I look through these Cartiers frames, I don’t even see love (Oh)

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
Stayin’ up, I get no rest, rest, rest, rest (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don’t gotta sleep, yeah
Fuckin’ with bitches, the best, best, best, best
Shawty conceited (Woah)
Fuck with the gang and you dead, dead, dead, dead
You should’ve seen this (Woah, woah)
Put some dollars on your head, head, head, head
Then I repeat it

[Verse 2: Gunna]
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
Flex on ’em with the rolex on a snow bitch, Oh my God (Oh my God)
Tell promoters send the check and the jet, yeah I don’t bargain
Gunna taught you how to dress, nigga say less, dripping the hardest

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Tecca]
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 (Yeah)
Told ’em to cut all the lights out
You want a problem? You better think about it (Oh-oh)
‘Cause that come with a price now
I get her go, I don’t think about it
I don’t go with the hype style, yeah
You want a problem? Lil’ bitch, I ain’t involved (Involved)
Everything that we talked about still left unresolved (Unresolved)
Baby, you were just a one player, that’s how I recall it (Recall)
If I look through these Cartiers frames, I don’t even see love (Oh)

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
Stayin’ up, I get no rest, rest, rest, rest (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don’t gotta sleep, yeah
Fuckin’ with bitches, the best, best, best, best
Shawty conceited (Woah)
Fuck with the gang and you dead, dead, dead, dead
You should’ve seen this (Woah, woah)
Put some dollars on your head, head, head, head
Then I repeat it