What You Need
Yea
What you need boy we got all type of shit
Yea Yea
Boy what you need we got all type of shit
We got hand guns we got baby Dracs and choppers bitch yea
Send a nigga to the doctor quick
We got weed and we got them birds bitch like Donavan
Yea
She got a roll on her
Got a bitch waiting on me right now with no clothes on her
Yea
That boy got hoes don't he
He got his side bitch and his main bitch in the home smoking
I was the first one out the trenches 18 I had 20 26
Riding round in that mini van use to call it a Bentley
Yea
Yea I got them niggas with me
We was hoping out we was popping out tryna make em feel it
Yea
Yea It ain't no OG's
Just young niggas with big guns that smoke weed
Yea tryna be lowkey
But this shit OD fuck everybody know me
Yea I was 19 in a cell
Shit I was a young nigga went straight to hell
Got my blicky on me I ain't give a damn
Ask them boys that was on the yard with me like nigga damn
Yea And now I'm back home
I ain't ask for shit bitch I ran it up off a trac phone
I'm a thug bitch I bought gun told me don't act wrong
Looked at the nigga like boy you stupid get yo ass on
Bitch we on L block
Feds came and hit the strip now we on Weld block
Yea Bitch we sell rocks
And everytime we hit a nigga call his ass shell top
What you need boy we got all type of shit
Yea Yea
Boy what you need we got all type of shit
We got hand guns we got baby Dracs and choppers bitch yea
Send a nigga to the doctor quick
We got weed and we got them birds bitch like Donavan
Yea
She got a roll on her
Got a bitch waiting on me right now with no clothes on her
Yea
That boy got hoes don't he
He got his side bitch and his main bitch in the home smoking
I was the first one out the trenches 18 I had 20 26
Riding round in that mini van use to call it a Bentley
Yea
Yea I got them niggas with me
We was hoping out we was popping out tryna make em feel it
Yea
Yea It ain't no OG's
Just young niggas with big guns that smoke weed
Yea tryna be lowkey
But this shit OD fuck everybody know me
Yea I was 19 in a cell
Shit I was a young nigga went straight to hell
Got my blicky on me I ain't give a damn
Ask them boys that was on the yard with me like nigga damn
Yea And now I'm back home
I ain't ask for shit bitch I ran it up off a trac phone
I'm a thug bitch I bought gun told me don't act wrong
Looked at the nigga like boy you stupid get yo ass on
Bitch we on L block
Feds came and hit the strip now we on Weld block
Yea Bitch we sell rocks
And everytime we hit a nigga call his ass shell top
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Writer(s): Aaron Hurrell
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