Need4Speed (feat. LIK$)
Jama
Jama
Fucking up I don't do it always locked into it
Pour a cup
Roll it up
I'm so used to doing
Throw it up
Smoke some nugs
And let's get some music
You the one have my son hope ya nigga stupid yea
Fuck with what
Leek up in the cut posted with what the fucks
Choppa nuts
hang out the banana like what's up for lunch
Better duck
You lookin like Donald boutta Daffy up
Get it bruh
Eyelids going black
Race that track hawk it got lots of speed
Like I'm Aaron Paul got a need for these
You like Blake Griffin got no need for these
She like what she taking look like ecstasy
I like smoking dope
I love how it feel
Gon be rich as fuck I just need a deal
Will the devil take me or my angels will
I'm the youngest one so I know they will
Better call your angels cause you finna go
Call up to the Angels make it hit for sure
Pulling out that scat
Finna shit on niggas
Finna flush em out look at my account
It's a large amount something you can't read
It ain't cover two
It's a cut from me
Or I'm going deep
Like my pockets
In the club losing fifty like the rockets
Fucking up I don't do it always locked into it
Pour a cup
Roll it up
I'm so used to doing
Throw it up
Smoke some nugs and let's get some music
You the one have my son hope ya nigga stupid yea
No I ain't no blood but there's a big B on my hat
I broke up with the drugs
Now I fell in love with racks
She see what I got fuck her good she can't come back
Fucking up the streets Kiki dragging it's all black
Fucking up the club throw all ones like I'm Ja Morant
Me and jama do what the fuck we want like we parliament
Cup of noodles had to upgrade to that Benihana steak
Didn't do the ACT yea cause I knew I was great
Use to rock the Walmart tees now I'm rocking bathing ape
Use to ship it locally now I ship it different states
Coulda took the safer route but I took the paper route
Now I got great amounts inside my bank account
Fucking up I don't do it always locked into it
Pour a cup
Roll it up
I'm so used to doing
Throw it up
Smoke some nugs and let's get some music
You the one have my son hope ya nigga stupid yea
Jama
Fucking up I don't do it always locked into it
Pour a cup
Roll it up
I'm so used to doing
Throw it up
Smoke some nugs
And let's get some music
You the one have my son hope ya nigga stupid yea
Fuck with what
Leek up in the cut posted with what the fucks
Choppa nuts
hang out the banana like what's up for lunch
Better duck
You lookin like Donald boutta Daffy up
Get it bruh
Eyelids going black
Race that track hawk it got lots of speed
Like I'm Aaron Paul got a need for these
You like Blake Griffin got no need for these
She like what she taking look like ecstasy
I like smoking dope
I love how it feel
Gon be rich as fuck I just need a deal
Will the devil take me or my angels will
I'm the youngest one so I know they will
Better call your angels cause you finna go
Call up to the Angels make it hit for sure
Pulling out that scat
Finna shit on niggas
Finna flush em out look at my account
It's a large amount something you can't read
It ain't cover two
It's a cut from me
Or I'm going deep
Like my pockets
In the club losing fifty like the rockets
Fucking up I don't do it always locked into it
Pour a cup
Roll it up
I'm so used to doing
Throw it up
Smoke some nugs and let's get some music
You the one have my son hope ya nigga stupid yea
No I ain't no blood but there's a big B on my hat
I broke up with the drugs
Now I fell in love with racks
She see what I got fuck her good she can't come back
Fucking up the streets Kiki dragging it's all black
Fucking up the club throw all ones like I'm Ja Morant
Me and jama do what the fuck we want like we parliament
Cup of noodles had to upgrade to that Benihana steak
Didn't do the ACT yea cause I knew I was great
Use to rock the Walmart tees now I'm rocking bathing ape
Use to ship it locally now I ship it different states
Coulda took the safer route but I took the paper route
Now I got great amounts inside my bank account
Fucking up I don't do it always locked into it
Pour a cup
Roll it up
I'm so used to doing
Throw it up
Smoke some nugs and let's get some music
You the one have my son hope ya nigga stupid yea
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Writer(s): Malik Rice
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