The song is the lead track for the mixtape and the most popular video audio on Youtube out of all of the tracks, having amassed over 15M views since July 2021
Amigo
Lil Tecca Lyrics
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(We love you, Tecca)
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that
Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad
And you fell in love, so sad
You wish that you could go back to when she said call back
I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags
They say a nigga heart cold, ain't talkin' polar
Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin' solar
And I feel like Chris Paul with the floater
Ain't believe I had that sauce, yeah, I had to show her
Remember when I wanna link, they ain't wanna show up
Funny how they hit my jack, see a nigga blowin' up
Hit my phone, say you popular, I ain't popular
Yeah, chopper hit him, have him singin' pop with us
Yeah, how you say you gang if you ain't pop with us?
And I remember all them times they ain't fuck with us
Yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the opps
I see right through these niggas, I see through they noggin
Boy, you beggin' for attention, you ain't really poppin'
And you can't hang with the gang, you ain't really gon' pop shit
And practice makes perfect, so the star, had to polish
And I only hang with day ones, you already know how I'm rockin'
If he talkin' bullshit, I don't even know why you talkin'
All these niggas gon' be fake, real man, I know how to start it
I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that
Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad
And you fell in love, so sad
You wish that you could go back to when she said call back
He came with that drip and left with a toe tag
I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags
They say a nigga heart cold, ain't talkin' polar
Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin' solar
And you fell in love, that's your fault
Got racks in the vault, in New York like stocks
And she showin' off her parts, he get smoked like a cart
And I know she wanna come and crop in the Porsche
That's like cryin' on a horse, your nigga a dork
I cannot focus, I might hop up in a Ford
And my memory real bad, I think I just ran out of storage
That's an opp right there, yeah, catch him, finna floor it
I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that
Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad
And you fell in love, so sad
You wish that you could go back to when she said call back
He came with that drip and left with a toe tag
I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags
They say a nigga heart cold, ain't talkin' polar
Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin' solar
(So, yeah)
(Uh, so, so, uh)
(Yeah, so, uh, gang)
In Lil Tecca's song "Amigo," the rapper tells the story of a lover's quarrel gone wrong. The first verse describes how he happened to run into his rival's girlfriend, and how she was interested in him. He then talks about his sense of style, mixing clothing from brands like Bape and Simons. Lil Tecca also talks about how his success has made his detractors feel envious and how he's become more famous than anyone ever expected. He sums up the song with a boastful refrain, proclaiming that he only hangs out with his "day ones," while everyone else is "fake." Overall, the rapper seems to be reveling in his newfound fame, success, and status as a star.
One interesting fact about the song is that it was released on April 10th, 2020, as part of Lil Tecca's debut mixtape "Lil Tecca World." He first teased the song on social media, generating hype among his many young fans. The song went viral, racking up millions of streams on Spotify and YouTube. It's also been remixed by several other rappers, adding to its popularity.
Another interesting fact is that Lil Tecca is a teenage rapper from New York City who first gained attention on the app TikTok. His breakout single, "Ransom," was a surprise hit in 2019, and the rapper has since become one of the most sought-after young talents in the rap game. He often collaborates with other young rappers, including Juice WRLD and Lil Mosey.
The chords for the song are not readily available, but the melody is driven by a catchy, synth-heavy beat that blends elements of trap and pop music. The vocal delivery is confident and swaggering, with Lil Tecca's nasally voice cutting through the mix. The song features a memorable refrain that will stick in the listener's head long after the song has ended.
Line by Line Meaning
I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that
I just met your girl and she's into me
Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad
I mixed designer brands, my mistake
And you fell in love, so sad
You fell in love with her and it's unfortunate
You wish that you could go back to when she said call back
You wish you could go back to when she showed interest in you
He came with that drip and left with a toe tag
He had style, but I killed him
I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags
I went shopping and got a lot of designer bags
They say a nigga heart cold, ain't talkin' polar
They say I have a cold heart, not like the polar ice caps
Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin' solar
I sent him to his death and now he's talking to the stars
And I feel like Chris Paul with the floater
I feel like a skilled basketball player with the perfect shot
Ain't believe I had that sauce, yeah, I had to show her
She didn't believe I had style, so I proved her wrong
Remember when I wanna link, they ain't wanna show up
I asked to hang out, but they didn't want to come
Funny how they hit my jack, see a nigga blowin' up
Now that I'm successful, they suddenly want to connect with me
Hit my phone, say you popular, I ain't popular
They call me popular, but I don't think I am
Yeah, chopper hit him, have him singin' pop with us
I killed him with a gunshot, now he's with us in spirit
Yeah, how you say you gang if you ain't pop with us?
How can you say you're in our gang if you haven't killed anyone with us?
And I remember all them times they ain't fuck with us
I remember all the times they didn't want to associate with us
Fuck the opps, fuck the opps
I hate our enemies, fuck them
I see right through these niggas, I see through they noggin
I can see through their lies, I know what they're thinking
Boy, you beggin' for attention, you ain't really poppin'
You're seeking attention, but you're not really famous
And you can't hang with the gang, you ain't really gon' pop shit
If you can't handle being in our gang, you won't be able to do anything
And practice makes perfect, so the star, had to polish
I worked hard to become successful and polished my skills
And I only hang with day ones, you already know how I'm rockin'
I only hang out with my original friends, you know how I roll
If he talkin' bullshit, I don't even know why you talkin'
If he's talking nonsense, I don't know why you're having a conversation with him
All these niggas gon' be fake, real man, I know how to start it
Most people are fake, but I know how to be a real man
And you fell in love, that's your fault
You fell in love with her on your own, you can't blame anyone else
Got racks in the vault, in New York like stocks
I have a lot of money in the bank like stocks in New York
And she showin' off her parts, he get smoked like a cart
She's flaunting her body and he's going to die
And I know she wanna come and crop in the Porsche
She wants to ride in my Porsche with the top down
That's like cryin' on a horse, your nigga a dork
That's pointless, your man is uncool
I cannot focus, I might hop up in a Ford
I can't concentrate, I might switch to a different car
And my memory real bad, I think I just ran out of storage
My memory is bad, I can't remember anything else
That's an opp right there, yeah, catch him, finna floor it
Our enemy is there, let's catch him and drive away quickly
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, Joel Abraham, Tomas R. Martinez, Tyler Justin Sharpe
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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Lyrics
I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that
Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad
And you fell in love, so sad
You wish that you could go back to when she said call back
He came with that drip and left with a toe tag
I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags
They say a nigga heart cold, ain't talkin' polar
Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin' solar
And I feel like Chris Paul with the floater
Ain't believe I had that sauce, yeah, I had to show her
Remember when I wanna link, they ain't wanna show up
Funny how they hit my jack, see a nigga blowin' up
Hit my phone, say you popular, I ain't popular
Yeah, chopper hit him, have him singin' pop with us
Yeah, how you say you gang if you ain't pop with us?
And I remember all them times they ain't fuck with us
Yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the opps
I see right through these niggas, I see through they noggin
Boy, you beggin' for attention, you ain't really poppin'
And you can't hang with the gang, you ain't really gon' pop shit
And practice makes perfect, so the style, I had to polish
And I only hang with day ones, you already know how I'm rockin'
If he talkin' bullshit, I don't even know why you talkin'
All these niggas gon' be fake, real man, I know how to start it
I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that
Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad
And you fell in love, so sad
You wish that you could go back to when she said call back
He came with that drip and left with a toe tag
I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags
They say a nigga heart cold, ain't talkin' polar
Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin' solar
And you fell in love, that's your fault
Got racks in the vault, in New York like stocks
And she showin' off her parts, he get smoked like a cart
And I know she wanna come and crop in the Porsche
That's like cryin' on a horse, your nigga a dork
I cannot focus, I might hop up in a Ford
And my memory real bad, I think I just ran out of storage
That's an opp right there, yeah, catch him, finna floor it
I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that
Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad
And you fell in love, so sad
You wish that you could go back to when she said call back
He came with that drip and left with a toe tag
I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags
They say a nigga heart cold, ain't talkin' polar
Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin' solar
@zeptify7826
Use me as a Amigo should have got the lyrical lemonade video button
@parker2x333
stop begging for likes
@carlosrosales1712
parker2x he right tho
@michaelkoppie8151
I completely agree with this
But stop like begging😑
@losingtec
I would’ve liked a cole video on this song instead of out of luck
@michaelkoppie8151
Verticalll bro same that would have been amazing
He has so many more better songs that out of luck
@BAMFProdigy
This is lil tecca's most underrated song
@BAMFProdigy
@@maxfinn2834 Sidenote?
@maxfinn2834
BAMF Prodigy side note not as much as weatherman
@heroryan7859
@@maxfinn2834 u found love, so sad