What You Need feat. NoCap

歌詞

Tune in I'm telling you I'm dropping Nothing but gas foot On the motherfuckin' gas you hear me Bizarre, yeah yeah, uh I'm a real trapper tell me What you need Yeah bitch this a McLaren I can't do nothing but speed left Club 24 And blew it down 30 Pull up, hop out cleaning And some damn detergent Yeah that's my little shit she miss perfect Yeah and my pocket stuffed like a turkey I'm the motherfuckin' biggest but Let's make a bet, I pull up in some shit Make bitches break they necks I pull up in some shit I'll make your jaw drop Lemon yellow 'vette come through looking like a cold drop You can't sit on my lap baby I pay too much for these jeans My gold Rolls Royce colored blue inside like Listerine She said Daddy when I'mma see you I say Let me check my schedule I got 250k In 20s 'cause it look better broke bum ass Bitch tell me where you live at Who me? I'mma get a sack like Khalid man Thinkin' 'bout it now I probably spent like a half a mil' on clothes I just went on tour, I gave away money At all my shows Oh that's Dlow on the block Get your kids out the road I got a lot of dog shit on on me You better cover up your nose I'm a real trapper tell me What you need Yeah bitch this a McLaren I can't do nothing but speed left Club 24 And blew it down 30 Pull up, hop out cleaning And some damn detergent Yeah that's my little shit she miss perfect Yeah and my pocket stuffed like a turkey I'm the motherfuckin' biggest but Let's make a bet, I pull up in some shit Make bitches break they neck I got tired of foreign cars 'Fore I get a Chev Mountain Christmas I told Santa Claus Just bring me a money counter Broski too many he need to be put in the suit That why they blick out a butt I know I shouldn't be missing The fellow with business I still get a job to my cousin I'm out in Atlanta with a bad bitch Like tell her I paid to remove her gut Ask can she make it clap she can make it talk instead Do CPR on the Bando Who the fuck said trapping dead Send a nigga straight to heaven Roll them up then we ain't have 'em She bad as shit, don't hurt for nothing Shorty got her shit together My jeweler he on speed dial I should Slow down on this glitter 90 miles on that Maybach pillar Guess this shit ain't what it seem No cap Michael Jackson Thriller Stuff a billi in my jeans I'm a real trapper tell me What you need Yeah bitch this a McLaren I can't do nothing but speed left Club 24 And blew it down 30 Pull up, hop out cleaning And some damn detergent Yeah that's my little shit she miss perfect Yeah and my pocket stuffed like a turkey I'm the motherfuckin' biggest but Let's make a bet, I pull up in some shit Make bitches break they neck I clean up everything and if you think 'bout lurkin' She knew she was everything before she got her surgery Ride with 3000 shots I'm feeling like I'm Andre I popped half a pill now she look like Beyonce Man these hoes pull up back-to-back Shit look like scoliosis I know I should have been a quarterback I got too much motion Most of these niggas ain't never slay But they know how to troll Come to my block hit that shit like UFC The trap be pulling bones I'm in Miami slaying in the hurricane Like I'm Cameron or Jacobi