need that!

Two-two bad hoes in my bed and they thinkin' we somethin'
She wanna stay and I told her she buggin'
She act like she know me, bitch, I'm not yo' husband
Pull up on yo' homie lil' bitch and I'm bussin'
Her boyfriend keep callin', he mad then a bitch
Blindin' that boy if I show him my wrist
Yeah, you not my homie, get out of my pic
Yeah, I hate when they talk, they be all on my shit

Yeah, chillin' I be, she want my D
I'm in the cut like I'm Jason Voorhees (yeah)
She gonna come through and she gonna eat (yeah)
I'm peepin' his music, that shit is real weak
Yeah, I'm smokin' yo' homie, but I don't smoke weed
Yeah, when I'm on the track, bitch I feel like I'm free
Yeah, they all surprised but they gonna know me
Yeah, I will not stop, I need gold on my teeth

Yeah, I need diamonds that shine to my face
Yeah, I need me a chain that gon' say my name
Yeah, I need me a bag for all of my gang (yeah)
You bitches stay mad, no, we not the same (ayy, yeah)
I fuck with the shit, I'm finna roll up
And you went about it, please shut the fu'
You keep on talkin', pussy, what's up?
I been on my shit and I'm young as a fuck

Yeah, hey, yeah, hey
I need that look on my car that's foreign, you see that
Yeah, when I pull up, yeah my eyes couldn't see that
Oh, that's your girl? I'm like, "Damn, she bad"
Yeah, hey, yeah, hey, I need it
Look at my wrist 'cause that shit make you seasick
Yeah, I'm out of this planet, lil' bitch is from Venus
Yeah, copy my style, but bitch, you will not be this

Uh, yeah, you cannot beat it
They call me a wizard like Gilbert Arenas
I just searched your music bro, fuckin' delete it
And ya thottie goin' stupid, suckin' my penis
Choppa hit a nigga, take him to Venus
I test for a fee, bitch, I'm not doin' free shit
Shorty in the crib, she stay on that freak shit
Shorty said she love my drip, no seasick

Shorty said she love my drip
I'ma slide to the crib, I'ma fuck on that lil' bitty bitch today
Bitch, I'ma ride with the Glocky, the Glocky, the Glocky
I'm making it rain like precipitate
I want the money, yes, I want the money, lil' shorty get to it
So when is the wedding date?
I see the way that you livin', my nigga

That shit so sad, that shit got me SMH
I would keep goin' nigga, but I'm tired
Shoutout to my nigga bro, MATHIASTYNER
Man, fuck Hi-Tech, I'm sippin' apple cider
I said that I love her, I don't even like the bitch
Call my dresser so I stay on my salad shit
I get to the money, I'm keepin' my eyes on it
Bitch

Two-two bad hoes in my bed and they thinkin' we somethin'
Yeah, she wanna stay and I told her she buggin'
She act like she know me, bitch I'm not yo' husband
Pull up on yo' homie, lil' bitch and I'm bussin'
Uh, yeah, you cannot beat it
They call me a wizard like Gilbert Arenas
I just searched your music bro, fuckin' delete it
And ya thottie goin' stupid, suckin' my penis
Choppa hit a nigga, take him to Venus



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Writer(s): Mathias Tyner, Christian Williams
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