WHAT THEY WANT (feat. PAID JRR)
Always tell me what they want but ima do what I need
Asking me to rap on the Detroit beats
If I don't do dat they ain't fucking with me
God damn can I get some
Mothafuckin peace
And rest
I ain't feeling blessed
Lately I been doing lotta shit I shouldn't do I must confess
Post up on the gram just to say that I'm the best
But I ain't hit a twist of fate running in first place aye
I gotta do it boutta fuck up the scene
Only like two people fucking with me
Listen to my shit you see what I mean
Only sixteen rap so fresh and so clean
Sinatra on the wall
It gave me passion
Money in the Bank you the champion I cash in
Ak47 KBW assassin
Kage turn to Fuego then get into action
Now everybody wanna fuck with me
I be trynna find some love to get myself some company
Now everybody wanna fuck with me
I be trynna find some love to get myself some company
Alright alright alright
And Nate really turnt and baby godee strap fo
And if they wanna play like a kid we gotta switch for em
We pull up to the room we gotta hundred blue strips on us
If Mick catch em lacking you know it's up fo he don't talk too much
Like it's call of duty send em straight down to the gulag
And go to get the chopstick like its benihanas now
Mop pass the mop stick but ain't mopping floors now
Ima make em disappear that nigga reeks now
Godee gotta Glock I think he gay he gotta dick on it
I just know what be going on
I just wanna know what I be doing wrong
Hold up
Pass the mic before I jack it like gore tex
Nah fuck that
Bring my bars back I run rap
I run this
I be working while you eating funyuns and fun dip
Thinking why you cannot make it why you even wonderin
I was hella lazy but I turned nothing to something
I was doing crazy shit with everyone I run with
I was smoking woods in the woods on some wood
Thinking everything could turn out like it would
Hold up
Every time they stepping up to me they start erupting
I be on the road on the tundra with nothing
Met so many fakes could already tell when you be bluffing
Smoke a breeze hit the nicotine said fuck this
Baby girl turnt
Wap wap wap skeeter
Ima trynna peel em off the world yeah ion talk politely
Mick like them 45s so like my chains really bright
Samir really mad cause I'm with this tuck and she really slimy
Ion care bout none of that put this chain on turn around politely
Put some water on my neck now I feel I'm at Kalahari
I'm in her Kalahari
I'm in that tour pool
I'm really rude
Paid
Asking me to rap on the Detroit beats
If I don't do dat they ain't fucking with me
God damn can I get some
Mothafuckin peace
And rest
I ain't feeling blessed
Lately I been doing lotta shit I shouldn't do I must confess
Post up on the gram just to say that I'm the best
But I ain't hit a twist of fate running in first place aye
I gotta do it boutta fuck up the scene
Only like two people fucking with me
Listen to my shit you see what I mean
Only sixteen rap so fresh and so clean
Sinatra on the wall
It gave me passion
Money in the Bank you the champion I cash in
Ak47 KBW assassin
Kage turn to Fuego then get into action
Now everybody wanna fuck with me
I be trynna find some love to get myself some company
Now everybody wanna fuck with me
I be trynna find some love to get myself some company
Alright alright alright
And Nate really turnt and baby godee strap fo
And if they wanna play like a kid we gotta switch for em
We pull up to the room we gotta hundred blue strips on us
If Mick catch em lacking you know it's up fo he don't talk too much
Like it's call of duty send em straight down to the gulag
And go to get the chopstick like its benihanas now
Mop pass the mop stick but ain't mopping floors now
Ima make em disappear that nigga reeks now
Godee gotta Glock I think he gay he gotta dick on it
I just know what be going on
I just wanna know what I be doing wrong
Hold up
Pass the mic before I jack it like gore tex
Nah fuck that
Bring my bars back I run rap
I run this
I be working while you eating funyuns and fun dip
Thinking why you cannot make it why you even wonderin
I was hella lazy but I turned nothing to something
I was doing crazy shit with everyone I run with
I was smoking woods in the woods on some wood
Thinking everything could turn out like it would
Hold up
Every time they stepping up to me they start erupting
I be on the road on the tundra with nothing
Met so many fakes could already tell when you be bluffing
Smoke a breeze hit the nicotine said fuck this
Baby girl turnt
Wap wap wap skeeter
Ima trynna peel em off the world yeah ion talk politely
Mick like them 45s so like my chains really bright
Samir really mad cause I'm with this tuck and she really slimy
Ion care bout none of that put this chain on turn around politely
Put some water on my neck now I feel I'm at Kalahari
I'm in her Kalahari
I'm in that tour pool
I'm really rude
Paid
Credits
Writer(s): Nathan Sandiha
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