Somebody (feat. Don Q)

I know you been needing somebody
Mustard on the beat, ho!
Look, I know you been needing somebody
Nobody really got me like I got me
Just tell me what you really want from me
It's no problem, I'ma go see if I got it
Just tell me what you really want from me
What you really want?

Look, I know you been needing somebody
Nobody really got me like I got me
Just tell me what you really want from me
It's no problem, I'ma go see if I got it
If I got it, then you got it it's no problem
Hoes plotting, thinking that we don't know 'bout 'em
I wonder what the fuck they want from me
I know that you been needing somebody

I know your head sloppy
You really do it like you care about me
Avianne got me feeling like I'm playing hockey
Rap money got me pulling up in big bodies
Big bodies little niggas don't know shit about me
Call me Artie I love to party, shooters beside me
Left the Rari' inside the parking lot, oh I'm sorry
Ended up with a Spanish mami calling me papi

Acting cocky when she really don't know shit about me
Though they wonder why I always got my clique by me
Don't touch me, you'll be lucky if you sit by me
They don't get it 'til they really see their bitch by me
Got a trophy on my arm, I keep my wrist icy
If you want it, nigga, then you gotta get by me
Always wanted a Patek, now I can like three
If you think it's too late, then it just might be

Look, I know you been needing somebody
Nobody really got me like I got me
Just tell me what you really want from me
It's no problem, I'ma go see if I got it
If I got it, then you got it it's no problem
Hoes plotting, thinking that we don't know 'bout 'em
I wonder what the fuck they want from me
I know that you been needing somebody

We can get it popping 'fore the night though
You know my style, red bottoms, only the spikes though
Yeah, it's always a light show whenever the ice glow
Couple more shots, ain't no tellin' where we might go
To the Marianna, we can take it to the trap
Spittin' on my mic, shoulda put it on the track
Fuck around and have you butt naked on my Snap
With your legs on the air, got you shakin' on your back like

Wait, I think she catchin' a seizure
All my old hoes tell me I'm catchin' amnesia
A different kind of beast, I'm not a regular creature
Drop two-seater beamer, cranberry its features

What they really want from the nigga?
What you really want?
What the fuck they really want from a nigga?

I know you been needing somebody
Nobody really got me like I got me
Just tell me what you really want from me
It's no problem, I'ma go see if I got it
If I got it, then you got it it's no problem
Hoes plotting, thinking that we don't know 'bout 'em
I wonder what the fuck they want from me
I know that you been needing somebody



Credits
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Robert John Richardson, Artist J. Dubose, Jordan Holt-may, Dwan Lecurtis Avery, Jeff Lacroix, Le'quincy Anderson
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