Need It (Explicit)

Need It (Explicit) - Nycani

Lyrics by：George Carlos Bakopoulos/Filip Dariusz Stefanczyk/Dasani Browne

Composed by：George Carlos Bakopoulos/Filip Dariusz Stefanczyk/Dasani Browne

Yozora

Shorty a baddie but I cannot f**k

'Cause she be with the opps

I get the money I need it a lot

The streets getting cold so I leave with a chop

We getting low 'cause the D's in the spot

We spin they block with three V's and a knocks

N***as they chat like they be on they block

But they wasn't outside when

The fiends with the rocks

My money really getting bigger

That's a whole lot of fly when I step in the spot

My homie a different type of n***a

When y'all was in school

He was out sending shots

I be with different type of hitters

They movin' real tact'

When they bending through blocks

She got a different type of figure

She callin' my phone like

Give me some cock

Y'all n***as p***y y'all faggots

I cannot go I ain't lackin' in traffic

Boy that's your shorty I had it

When you get the money they f**k automatic

Boy let me know if it's static

We could kidnap your mother

This s**t could get tragic

I'm in the field like it's madden

And start pushin' my buttons

I will get to snapping

Go switch me up that's boo boo

Face shot ooh woo mandem could get brushed

She slurp me up that's noodles bye

Bye toodles I don't give no fucks

I'm in the field like a goalie

I do hits by myself boy I don't need no codeine

Y'all n***as fake and y'all phony

I was stuck in my bag swear to God I was lonely

She tryna be my honey I like money

I am not the one you want

Boy what the f**k is funny I ain't no

Dummy woo walk hit him with a taunt

We wrap 'em up that's mummy loc' tried

Tell me we gon' bake him like croissants

Shorty expect some from me like she love me

Don't you know I'm not your line hold on

You don't get it then follow instructions

We was movin' them bricks like construction

Don't like talking don't do no discussions

Come to the party and shoot up the function

If you got it then why is you bluffin'

Love my brothers won't nobody touch 'em

What you punching you throwin' them muffins

Know some n***as that shoot you for nothing

You don't like it I change up the scenery

I don't care I'm not showing no decency

What the f**k she gon' swear me the secrecy

Send a lil' thot to go round up they B N B

I get low it ain't nobody peeping me

I was stuck in the trap this was real to me

Cash app it ain't nobody meeting me

Believe actions not words and I need to see