Need To Be
My sister said I'm a young hustla
What I need to be
My momma said I'm looking like a mil
That's what I need to be
I don't wear no Gucci
Cause that shit be looking cheap to me
DSN all on my back
And Worldwide on my fuckin Tee
My aunty said I'm looking like I rap
Like she ain't hear the beat
Like I ain't tryna get her ass a crib
And put her on the beach
Hollywood Florida
She a swoo
Then she a nat
She slid through Dade on spring break
Boy you bet not double back
He caught that lil hoe cheating
Gave his ass a heart attack
I call my .45 BBL
It send your stomach to your back
Yeah
Boy you a April Fool
It's BC lil baby
On the daily
By the pool
They say that nigga hate me
I said brazy
Okay
Cool
They BC a player
I said okay
I'm a tool
Yeah
Baby I don't got no feelings
Hop up in the coupe
She said a nigga dripping
This that bouillon
Call it soup
You wasn't fucking with me
'Fore a nigga had a deal in
Brand new whip it do its dance
You know them tires peeling
Yeah
Baby I don't give a fuck
Back then it was Yotas
How we got these Beamer trucks
Wasn't rocking with me
Got a new bitch dressed in Fendi
Nigga I ain't fuckin friendly
Put my homies in them Hemi's
The day I make it out
I get my momma in a Bentley
I got to pray to God
Because them blessings what he sent me
What I need to be
My momma said I'm looking like a mil
That's what I need to be
I don't wear no Gucci
Cause that shit be looking cheap to me
DSN all on my back
And Worldwide on my fuckin Tee
My aunty said I'm looking like I rap
Like she ain't hear the beat
Like I ain't tryna get her ass a crib
And put her on the beach
Hollywood Florida
She a swoo
Then she a nat
She slid through Dade on spring break
Boy you bet not double back
He caught that lil hoe cheating
Gave his ass a heart attack
I call my .45 BBL
It send your stomach to your back
Yeah
Boy you a April Fool
It's BC lil baby
On the daily
By the pool
They say that nigga hate me
I said brazy
Okay
Cool
They BC a player
I said okay
I'm a tool
Yeah
Baby I don't got no feelings
Hop up in the coupe
She said a nigga dripping
This that bouillon
Call it soup
You wasn't fucking with me
'Fore a nigga had a deal in
Brand new whip it do its dance
You know them tires peeling
Yeah
Baby I don't give a fuck
Back then it was Yotas
How we got these Beamer trucks
Wasn't rocking with me
Got a new bitch dressed in Fendi
Nigga I ain't fuckin friendly
Put my homies in them Hemi's
The day I make it out
I get my momma in a Bentley
I got to pray to God
Because them blessings what he sent me
Credits
Writer(s): Ashton Francois
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