What I Want (Complete Edition)
Feel like they tryna take something from me
How you my bestfriend gunning for me?
I got a son and this beat how he eat
She know I'm only talking for the cheeks
She bout to snitch, breaking all the peace
She so mad, can't love the streets
Sending her back, she was just a lease
Do what I want in the streets
Do what I want on these beats
Pick who I want, no defeat
I work for this shit and you see
Her boyfriend copying me
He want a verse then I pocket a G (uh)
Do what I want in the streets (uh)
Do what I want on these beats
Drop a whole mixtape nigga, no feat
Drop a whole mixtape, get 'em on they feet
She be like, why you gotta talk about me?, and all the shit that I did in the streets
Thought it was love but it turned out beef
Nigga wanna see me?, come cop a seat
I hit stage and I can't see a thing
Bad hoes got a flashlight on me
Wanna spend the night, don't even know me
Wanna do it all, can't keep it lowkey
Fuck a nigga bitch and you start real beef
When I'm outside I don't get no sleep
When I'm outside I'm a real OG
He wanna live his life like he me
And I do it all like I'm Meech
And I pull up Benz like Mitch
And I'm with the palm trees like Stitch
Money on me and it's causing an itch
Pull up and leave and you smelling my scent
Go on the Gram, you can see what I spent
Go on the Gram, you can see where I been
Go to my town, you can see who I bent
Niggas hating while I'm fuckin' flexing
Freestyling like I'm on Flex and
Splurge out, buy a dog a necklace
Go on tour, I'ma land in Texas
She gone be ready, no flexing
Straight swag nigga, no message
Get a bag and I'm done texting
Said my energy so electric
I want Trackhawk, not electric
I want Benz coupe, not a late text
It's my fault, I ain't wear the latex
Feel like they tryna take something from me
How you my bestfriend gunning for me?
I got a son and this beat how he eat
She know I'm only talking for the cheeks
She bout to snitch, breaking all the peace
She so mad, can't love the streets
Sending her back, she was just a lease
Do what I want in the streets
Do what I want on these beats
Pick who I want, no defeat
I work for this shit and you see
Her boyfriend copying me
He want a verse then I pocket a G (uh)
Do what I want in the streets (uh)
Do what I want on these beats
Drop a whole mixtape nigga, no feat
How you my bestfriend gunning for me?
I got a son and this beat how he eat
She know I'm only talking for the cheeks
She bout to snitch, breaking all the peace
She so mad, can't love the streets
Sending her back, she was just a lease
Do what I want in the streets
Do what I want on these beats
Pick who I want, no defeat
I work for this shit and you see
Her boyfriend copying me
He want a verse then I pocket a G (uh)
Do what I want in the streets (uh)
Do what I want on these beats
Drop a whole mixtape nigga, no feat
Drop a whole mixtape, get 'em on they feet
She be like, why you gotta talk about me?, and all the shit that I did in the streets
Thought it was love but it turned out beef
Nigga wanna see me?, come cop a seat
I hit stage and I can't see a thing
Bad hoes got a flashlight on me
Wanna spend the night, don't even know me
Wanna do it all, can't keep it lowkey
Fuck a nigga bitch and you start real beef
When I'm outside I don't get no sleep
When I'm outside I'm a real OG
He wanna live his life like he me
And I do it all like I'm Meech
And I pull up Benz like Mitch
And I'm with the palm trees like Stitch
Money on me and it's causing an itch
Pull up and leave and you smelling my scent
Go on the Gram, you can see what I spent
Go on the Gram, you can see where I been
Go to my town, you can see who I bent
Niggas hating while I'm fuckin' flexing
Freestyling like I'm on Flex and
Splurge out, buy a dog a necklace
Go on tour, I'ma land in Texas
She gone be ready, no flexing
Straight swag nigga, no message
Get a bag and I'm done texting
Said my energy so electric
I want Trackhawk, not electric
I want Benz coupe, not a late text
It's my fault, I ain't wear the latex
Feel like they tryna take something from me
How you my bestfriend gunning for me?
I got a son and this beat how he eat
She know I'm only talking for the cheeks
She bout to snitch, breaking all the peace
She so mad, can't love the streets
Sending her back, she was just a lease
Do what I want in the streets
Do what I want on these beats
Pick who I want, no defeat
I work for this shit and you see
Her boyfriend copying me
He want a verse then I pocket a G (uh)
Do what I want in the streets (uh)
Do what I want on these beats
Drop a whole mixtape nigga, no feat
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Mills
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