Bad Vibes / I Need

I've been known to push a button
Pussy nigga, we know you good for nothin'
Oh you bangin, that's coo
What hood you running?
My first chain, yea them niggas took it from me
But it's coo, now a nigga getting money
Yea that's true, count it up
Don't skip a hunnid, cuz it's blue
I've been fuckin bitches around the avenue
Got a temper, nigga with a attitude

She can't tempt a nigga, I ain't have a clue
She from Tampa, so she all about her bucks
If she bad, you know I gotta fuck
I can't trust these hoes, man
Only God I trust
And that boy a rat, we call him Ratatouille
Cuz stepping on a trap will get you stuck
I used to put the 'gac up in the cup
But see I don't know what happened
What the fuck

Them bad vibes taking over me, nigga
Baptized with the holiest scripture
Mad high, bout to roll me a swisher
Mad high, don't want smoke with me nigga
Shaq height, put a brick on my wrist
Shawty bad, and she thick as a bitch
Compton Ave, bout to hit her a lick
Poppin tags, Prada bag with the drip
Them bad vibes taking over me, nigga
Baptized with the holiest scripture
Mad high, bout to roll me a swisher
Mad high, don't want smoke with me nigga
Shaq height, put a brick on my wrist
Shawty bad, and she thick as a bitch
Compton Ave, bout to hit her a lick
Poppin tags, Prada bag with the drip

I need everything
Nothing more, nothing less
Giving wedding rings to these hoes
I've been stressed
Diamonds interlinked
Put them stones on my neck
I can barely think with these thoughts in my head

Aww, man
Aww, look
I need niggas to feel me a bit
I know I've been stressing
My mom probably gon kill me for this
Fucking these bitches without no condom
Writing these lyrics without no problem
Out of body experience
Got my drive, and tuned it up
Auto body experience
Tryna make it to heaven
Let's see how far I'm really gon get
I dropped my first tape, and as you can see
Yea, I'm still on my shit
But what's happiness
When flashiness can keep you doing well
Then get robbed and cry for help
We ain't gon hear you through them shells
Niggas say that conscious shit ain't it
You ruining your sales, but you ruining yourself
Painting pictures like you Pablo
Don't do it to yourself
But if my shit fire smoke
Tell me what you gon do in hell
What you gon do, inhale
Niggas say I'm better off lyin'
Boy, you keep it too too real
Could be buying two 2 12's
And shopping out at Bloomingdales, but

I need everything
Nothing more, nothing less
Giving wedding rings to these hoes
I've been stressed
Diamonds interlinked
Put them stones on my neck
I can barely think with these thoughts in my head
When it come to cream
I'm a fiend, I'm possessed
I see you in my dreams
Everytime I go to bed
I need everything
Nothing more, nothing less