Need4Speed

(Olami)

Yeah

SRT, still rich and thuggin', you know how the fuck we rockin', man

Probably beatin' up a nigga block, yeah, it ain't shit

I rap, but I'll still get out

I ain't got prove no point, all them niggas dead, ayy

Uh

Just bail out Drac', uh, uh, uh, Drac'

I'm gonna go and bail out with Drac', uh, gang

Drivin' a dangerous amount of speed, feelin' Lucki, he dump off lean (off lean)

All my hoes come two a piece just like my kicks and my Amiri jeans

Get the lo', then we creepin' up on him, we ain't tryna talk, there ain't such a thing

Uh, whoever said the Glock ain't come with none of that, now this bitch got a stick and a beam

Bail out the back, know we making a scene (rrah)

Uh, left his shit swell like a pumpkin

Switch gang, we ain't doin' no tusslin', shots let off, now them fuck boys runnin'

I'ma stack every dollar and kill every man in the way, this shit ain't bout' nothing

Uh, Chuckyy came from nothing (you know that)

Uh, for real, facts (facts)

Mama birthday, I gave her the racks (the racks)

Next month, I'ma cop her a 'Lac (skrrt)

Eighteen, bought my own Scat Pack, me and lil' cuz just hop and snatch him

Uh, I tweaked and my whole life changed, I think I'm in love with a dancer

Got a bitch and, yeah, I stamp it, she pretty as fuck, she callin' me handsome

Uh, thick bitch tryna have my child, I met her at Smurk show, body scream tap her (okay)

Glock 40 give a nigga his wings, let it off, go, that's why they can't stand me

That's why I moved out of the 'Raq, gotta steady watch over my back

Put I ain't never duck no rec, when I land in the 'Raq, still post where I'm at (no bap)

Nigga move wrong, he get stretched (bah)

All I gotta do is send a text (where you at?)

All I gotta do is make a call (brr)

Like a pill, nigga get dissolved (brr, brr)

Somethin' swept, chillin' with my dogs (gang)

Gotta have a pour of drink in tall (gang)

My money like eighty long (eighty)

Go deep in a Tom Brady all (uh)

Uh, drown in the cup, bitch, Chuckyy the tweaker, these lil' niggas lost in the sauce (gang)

They be like, "How the fuck you be dealin' with hate?" I don't care, I be brushin' 'em off (hater)

Why God made that happen? (Happen)

I did it all by myself (by myself)

Turnt up, I don't need no help (uh-uh)

I'm tryna get more money for my wealth (uh-huh)

Uh, these niggas broke on the block all day, need to go get a shelter

Uh, when I first came in, fell in love with the 9s, blew a ten, now I can't help it (come here)

Yep, you know I kept it

Glock 20 my favorite preference (uh)

No matter what, I got leverage

He stutter steppin' (come here)

Sent the verse, he should've kept it

Nothin' but hit records (uh)

Everything I do is treasure

That's why niggas want my melon (you know that)

But I'ma allergic to cantaloupe (ew)

Leave a fuck nigga burn like peppers

He dead on the ground, can't get up, we leave shit spanked, poor boys gettin' teared up

Y'all always gettin' teared up

Mm-mm, a standoff

Police pulled up, but we sped off

Mm-mm-mm, on foenem

Mm-mm-mm, on foenem

Mm-mm, a standoff

Police pulled up, but we sped off

Fuck boy, we can have a standoff

Niggas gon' shoot, but got no stamina

Mm-mm