Nece$$ity
Hold up bro my fuckin mom just started fuckin callin' me
Nilla in this bitch
You don't wanna see me off that mother fuckin Hennessey
You either with me or my mother fuckin enemy
Green sticks on me and I ain't mean celery
I be with your bitch and I got her singing melodies
Said I done ran the streets professionally
Said I came up out the dirt tryna build my own legacy
Feds ran down with the felonies
Said I'm out here in the trap moving drugs allegedly
I can see the hate and the jealousy
Screaming fuck 12 fuck the sheriff and the deputy
Gotta stay high like where the heavens be
Gotta keep that 30 on my waist necessity
Please tell your bitch stop texting me
Cuz you don't wanna see what happens when I get her off that ecstasy
Two phones on me like Gregory
Twelve on my dick I can't let them get the best of me
Me and Nilla had them running like a centipede
Pussy want problems turn his brain into my centerpiece
If he touch my money then the mother fucker dead to me
They calling me the cook cuz I'm writing new recipes
Roll me up a blunt
I don't like to drink no Hennessey
Feelin like I should reside in the embassy
Rollin with a vest
Only bullets is offending me
My homie touched the ketamine and turned into my enemy
The Glock is a necessity
I got paranoia I don't want nobody next to me
I've been in the trap posted up just where the felons be
Feeling like I'm Helen Keller when these feds be questioning
Cuz I cannot hear a thing that you mother fuckers telling me
I said sharkys in that mothafuckin booth
Aye
We ain't fuckin with you hoes
Nilla in this bitch
You don't wanna see me off that mother fuckin Hennessey
You either with me or my mother fuckin enemy
Green sticks on me and I ain't mean celery
I be with your bitch and I got her singing melodies
Said I done ran the streets professionally
Said I came up out the dirt tryna build my own legacy
Feds ran down with the felonies
Said I'm out here in the trap moving drugs allegedly
I can see the hate and the jealousy
Screaming fuck 12 fuck the sheriff and the deputy
Gotta stay high like where the heavens be
Gotta keep that 30 on my waist necessity
Please tell your bitch stop texting me
Cuz you don't wanna see what happens when I get her off that ecstasy
Two phones on me like Gregory
Twelve on my dick I can't let them get the best of me
Me and Nilla had them running like a centipede
Pussy want problems turn his brain into my centerpiece
If he touch my money then the mother fucker dead to me
They calling me the cook cuz I'm writing new recipes
Roll me up a blunt
I don't like to drink no Hennessey
Feelin like I should reside in the embassy
Rollin with a vest
Only bullets is offending me
My homie touched the ketamine and turned into my enemy
The Glock is a necessity
I got paranoia I don't want nobody next to me
I've been in the trap posted up just where the felons be
Feeling like I'm Helen Keller when these feds be questioning
Cuz I cannot hear a thing that you mother fuckers telling me
I said sharkys in that mothafuckin booth
Aye
We ain't fuckin with you hoes
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Writer(s): Gavin Sharkey
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