Need to Know

Keep em all on the need to know
Yea, we bringing heat like a pizza roll
And I got my shawty wit me with that G-Lock
She geeking to hit, Ion need to blow
If you playing with us, that tac gone toe
If we keep working then that stack gone grow
And them junkies keep coming back for more
My shawty with it, she gone whack-a-mole
Keep em all on they need to know
Sending hot shit like a pizza roll
They swearing me in, ion need to vote
Shabestie gone float, she don't need a boat
Yea we popping tags, put a tag on his toe
When I'm moving alias, nigga my name John Doe
I be clutching whenever I walk through the door
I cash in a check and I buy the whole store

Walk in Neimans with a couple of racks
Big bro in the trap with a couple of straps
I'm dirty but clean like I'm taking a bath
And we serving change, got a dime in the bag
And that money, keep falling, it keep falling it keep falling on me
And them shawties, keep calling, they keep calling, they keep calling for me
Nah, I ain't gone answer the phone
I told that lil bitch leave me lone
I turned my back on the world, I'm stepping in VLone
Now Ion even need no phone, That's how life goes
Yea Yea
I feel YungManny, I'm hitting the road
Go to the gun range, slide in the rover
Since a younging, I knew that I had a chip on my shoulder
Yea I ain't gone lie, I feel like I'm one of the last of a dying breed
Wherever I go Baby Ri she gone ride with me
Wherever I go you know I keep that iron on me
When I'm in the club its a couple hittas to the left and the right of me
I came in this game by my lonely now I'm walking solo and I got labels tryna sign on me
Just look at my face now, I got a bad lil bitch she a staydown
Baby Ri, she do not play round
We got the gas in a bag on the playground
Za get to boofing right out of the Sprayground
Jump out jump right out of that white van
I rather die than work for the white man
Slide with that baby drake, yea that's my right hand
I took my bitch to the beach, now she got a nice tan
Money keep flowing I ain't bout to stop now
They said I'm on fire, I ain't bout to drop now
I know they bitches was sick when we popped out
They gone be mad when I pull this big glock out
I know they was plotting they want me to drop out
She wet as a ocean, I'm pulling that mop out
Stick in my hand, I got that mop out
We got them sticks like a band, BTR rock out
They ain't cranking your music, its bad
I know that they hated they wanted me dead
I'mma come from the front, Baby Ri from the back
We only go forward, we ain't going back
They said that I'm up cause its Rafs on my feet
But it's niggas I still gotta feed
I got a bad lil bitch, OC
I got a Beyonce, nigga I feel like Jay Z
TLC, I'mma creep
We stepping in Loubs, like we got some blood on our feet
I ain't doing no feature for free
The money keep talking to niggas like "You Pay Me"
Watch how I swag on the beat
How you say that you ain't for the streets but you stay in the streets
Smoking exotic, my lungs getting weak
My eyes getting low like I'm Vietnamese

Keep em all on the need to know
Yea, we bringing heat like a pizza roll
And I got my shawty wit me with that G-Lock
She geeking to hit, Ion need to blow
If you playing with us, that tac gone toe
If we keep working then that stack gone grow
And them junkies keep coming back for more
My shawty with it, she gone whack-a-mole
Keep em all on they need to know
Sending hot shit like a pizza roll
They swearing me in, ion need to vote
Shabestie gone float, she don't need a boat
Yea we popping tags, put a tag on his toe
When I'm moving alias, nigga my name John Doe
I be clutching whenever I walk through the door
I cash in a check and I buy the whole store