| Song | Heckler |
| Artist | Tek & Iota |
| Album | Omni |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Tek | |
| 作曲 : IOTA/Tek | |
| [Intro] | |
| I can’t get that | |
| Lemme catch that | |
| I can’t get that feelin for | |
| Lemme catch that | |
| I can’t get that feelin for nothing | |
| Lemme catch that, lemme catch that | |
| [Bridge] | |
| Fly by night heckler | |
| Drive by conjecture | |
| What’s the bullshit you boosted? | |
| Could you die down now, test it, don’t talk now | |
| I came consistent | |
| Mark mine, yall can't contest it | |
| I just walk round, harken to blessings | |
| Lemme catch that, lemme catch that | |
| [Verse] | |
| 16 when I caught that… dope | |
| Switch schemes and abort that | |
| Pristine on contact with pistons | |
| Never weaned off those, you harp that | |
| Tone that it’s hard to get a cross | |
| No shit, hardly get ya phased | |
| I never altered principle | |
| I stay at odds against the cross | |
| Slumped over, ****ed over | |
| Appraise you, once over | |
| Half catch you, half look over | |
| Chuck back at you, cut your motor | |
| Sense odor | |
| Buckled to backwards babble, I missed it, listen | |
| I can’t give that recognition | |
| I can’t get that… look | |
| [Hook] | |
| I came up soft in ya woman | |
| I can’t get high from ya blunt and | |
| I came to all of your functions | |
| I’m good on this shit | |
| I cannot talk to you uh | |
| I can’t indulge what you uh | |
| I stay insulted by what the **** | |
| Were you **** were you, listen | |
| I came up soft in ya ish | |
| I can’t get high from ya lift and | |
| I came to all of your sessions | |
| I’m good on this shit, listen | |
| I cannot talk to you ****ers | |
| I can’t indulge what you conjured | |
| I stay insulted by what the **** were you thinkin? |
| zuo ci : Tek | |
| zuo qu : IOTA Tek | |
| Intro | |
| I can' t get that | |
| Lemme catch that | |
| I can' t get that feelin for | |
| Lemme catch that | |
| I can' t get that feelin for nothing | |
| Lemme catch that, lemme catch that | |
| Bridge | |
| Fly by night heckler | |
| Drive by conjecture | |
| What' s the bullshit you boosted? | |
| Could you die down now, test it, don' t talk now | |
| I came consistent | |
| Mark mine, yall can' t contest it | |
| I just walk round, harken to blessings | |
| Lemme catch that, lemme catch that | |
| Verse | |
| 16 when I caught that dope | |
| Switch schemes and abort that | |
| Pristine on contact with pistons | |
| Never weaned off those, you harp that | |
| Tone that it' s hard to get a cross | |
| No shit, hardly get ya phased | |
| I never altered principle | |
| I stay at odds against the cross | |
| Slumped over, ed over | |
| Appraise you, once over | |
| Half catch you, half look over | |
| Chuck back at you, cut your motor | |
| Sense odor | |
| Buckled to backwards babble, I missed it, listen | |
| I can' t give that recognition | |
| I can' t get that look | |
| Hook | |
| I came up soft in ya woman | |
| I can' t get high from ya blunt and | |
| I came to all of your functions | |
| I' m good on this shit | |
| I cannot talk to you uh | |
| I can' t indulge what you uh | |
| I stay insulted by what the | |
| Were you were you, listen | |
| I came up soft in ya ish | |
| I can' t get high from ya lift and | |
| I came to all of your sessions | |
| I' m good on this shit, listen | |
| I cannot talk to you ers | |
| I can' t indulge what you conjured | |
| I stay insulted by what the were you thinkin? |
| zuò cí : Tek | |
| zuò qǔ : IOTA Tek | |
| Intro | |
| I can' t get that | |
| Lemme catch that | |
| I can' t get that feelin for | |
| Lemme catch that | |
| I can' t get that feelin for nothing | |
| Lemme catch that, lemme catch that | |
| Bridge | |
| Fly by night heckler | |
| Drive by conjecture | |
| What' s the bullshit you boosted? | |
| Could you die down now, test it, don' t talk now | |
| I came consistent | |
| Mark mine, yall can' t contest it | |
| I just walk round, harken to blessings | |
| Lemme catch that, lemme catch that | |
| Verse | |
| 16 when I caught that dope | |
| Switch schemes and abort that | |
| Pristine on contact with pistons | |
| Never weaned off those, you harp that | |
| Tone that it' s hard to get a cross | |
| No shit, hardly get ya phased | |
| I never altered principle | |
| I stay at odds against the cross | |
| Slumped over, ed over | |
| Appraise you, once over | |
| Half catch you, half look over | |
| Chuck back at you, cut your motor | |
| Sense odor | |
| Buckled to backwards babble, I missed it, listen | |
| I can' t give that recognition | |
| I can' t get that look | |
| Hook | |
| I came up soft in ya woman | |
| I can' t get high from ya blunt and | |
| I came to all of your functions | |
| I' m good on this shit | |
| I cannot talk to you uh | |
| I can' t indulge what you uh | |
| I stay insulted by what the | |
| Were you were you, listen | |
| I came up soft in ya ish | |
| I can' t get high from ya lift and | |
| I came to all of your sessions | |
| I' m good on this shit, listen | |
| I cannot talk to you ers | |
| I can' t indulge what you conjured | |
| I stay insulted by what the were you thinkin? |