Nycani — Need It (OST из фильма "Буги / Boogie")

Текст песни: Need It (OST из фильма "Буги / Boogie")

Need It Lyrics[Intro]
Yozora

[Verse]
Shorty a baddie, but I cannot fuck
'Cause she be with the opps
I get the money, I need it a lot
The streets gettin' cold, so I leave with a chop
We gettin' low 'cause the D's in the spot
We spin they block with three V's and a knocks
Niggas they chat like they be on they block, but they wasn't outside when the fiends wanted rocks
My money really gettin' bigger
That's a whole lot of fly when I step in the spot
My homie a different type of nigga
When y'all was in school, he was out sendin' shots
I be with different type of hitters
They movin' real tact' when they bendin' through blocks
She got a different type of figure
She callin' my phone like "Give me some cock"
Y'all niggas pussy, 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 fuck automatic
Boy let me know if it's static
We could kidnap your mother, this shit could get tragic
I'm in the field like it's Madden
And start pushin' my buttons, I will get to snappin'
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 niggas 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 fuck 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 talkin', 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 punchin'? You throwin' them muffins
Know some niggas that shoot you for nothing
You don't like it, I change up the scenery
I don't care, I'm not showin' no decency
What the fuck she gon' swear me, the secrecy
Send a lil' thot to go round up they BNB
I get low, it ain't nobody peepin' me
I was stuck in the trap, this was real to me
Cash App, it ain't nobody meetin' me
Believe actions, not words, and I need to see