I Need

Need shiny cars, hungry, I'm starving
Gotta get something, I need help, hey
Look tight, I mean, your b*tch want me for real
But anyway, b*tch, suck it, suck it
Walking like Gleesh, b*tch
You can't stop it, stop it
Motherf*ck all these p*ssies
They can't mock me
I can fry like grill, that's not dinner party
I'll make your favorite meal
But with a pinch of my meet

Rock with me, I'm that dope
Rock with me, I still kill
Slang from Ukraine, so you understand (kill)
Whoa, wait, Wavy - not the same deal
No, Wavy is sociable, but f*ck with no ill's
Ah, man, don't you think you bring some, ay
You can do your best
But we can't hear none, ay
Real dope shades around my eyes, indeed, ay
True loves shares around my company

I raised on Sosa and Purpp
They taught me, now I'm expert
Lil Uzi and Wayne
Drake mixed with Ferg
Talk to me nice or don't talk to me at all
That's what I deserve, I put in work, you tryna jerk
What adrenaline, rush in my blood, feels like gold
Kingpin and Penguin combined, darkest clothes
So read my lips cause these what you're looking for
I'll tell you this much, we go strong
Whoa, wait, maybe you should be on Broadway
In a free fall, farewell
I started playing symphony - Number 8
I mean you can seat back, I see you mad
B*tch, I don't have no regrets
Say that in a Maybach
F*ck your gang, f*ck your gang
Man, just f*ck your gang
F*ck your h*e, she's so lame
Dumped her, she's too fake

Need shiny cars, hungry, I'm starving
Gotta get something, I need help, hey
Look tight, I mean, your b*tch want me for real
But anyway, b*tch, suck it, suck it
Walking like Gleesh, b*tch
You can't stop it, stop it
Motherf*ck all these p*ssies
They can't mock me
I can fry like grill, that's not dinner party
I'll make your favorite meal
But with a pinch of my meet
Need shiny cars, hungry, I'm starving
Gotta get something, I need help, hey
Look tight, I mean, your b*tch want me for real
But anyway, b*tch, suck it, suck it
Walking like Gleesh, b*tch
You can't stop it, stop it
Motherf*ck all these p*ssies
They can't mock me
I can fry like grill, that's not dinner party
I'll make your favorite meal
But with a pinch of my meet



Credits
Writer(s): Viljams Gella
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