What They Want

This the shit that they need, tell me where are you from

Drop your pants to your knees, yeah, I got the codeine

Might pull up in my bucket

This nine holds a good dozen

Might slide up in your cousin

Just made a mill and still thuggin'

Niggas banged on me, but they should of shot me

See, I hit the corner then spot him, got him

Court date, but I skipped the bail

Rather wig myself before I sit in jail

Need a gang of weed and a pint of lean

Got a hat say Figg on my gangsta tip

Don't trust no ho, I might sock the bitch

I'm apocalypse to your politics

Might cop the Phantom, get ghost

I can pay your bills with this coke

Need an extra band for this smoke

I can see for miles with this scope, nigga

Got an oxy-scribed to this dope dealer

Misses Piggy want a piggyback

Rock cremation then called it crack

I'mma keep on eating till my ankles fat

Sell that fix, throw it cross the map

Push my penis in between her lap

Put my semen all down her throat

Till Tito kilos come off that boat

This the shit that they want

This the shit that they need, tell me where are you from?

Drop your pants to your knees, girl I'm capital G

This the shit they gon' buy

This the shit why I'm fly, this the shit why I'm high

This the shit they gon' want, this the shit that they want

This the shit that they want (Tell 'em, tell 'em)

If you see my watch I might hit it

If you see my check I might hit it

If you see my house I might hit it

This the shit that they want, this the shit that they need

This the shit that's from me

This the shit they gon' want, this the shit that they want

This the shit that they want

Yeah, this that four niggas in a Regal flow

Speeding through the yellow lights

She want Versace belt like it's a mistletoe

I put everything over yellow rice, graduated from hella ice

If I stand on my bank roll, nigga, I'd be scared of heights

And I'd be dodging the po' lights

When I was poor with no lights, when I was poor with potential

Watch my flow in four inches, oh lord she in Christians

All gold on my Adventist, pull it down and she kiss it

All gold where my wrists is, God there's just no convincing

Just because I got dreads don't get it twisted

Moving my whip down the boulevard

Word round town I was selling hard

Hard and I'm talking bout the yayo

Hit her on the floor and then I lay low

Amigos say "que pasa with the pesos?"

Promethazine codeine, caseloads (TRU!)

And when I pull up to the valet

You know I got the strippers on payroll!

100k in my trunk, keep that bitch with that dunk

She gon' pop in them heels, she must heard of my deal

She gon' roll on them pills, just don't grab on my hat

This that shit that's Iraq, this that make you climax

This that shit you just bought, this that Q go damn hard

This that car that won't park, pedal to the floor, it won't stop

And just when you thought it won't drop, Oxymoron in stores

Come in kids, lock the door, knock knock knock, hit the floor

Need my bread off the top, could buy anything off the lot

This that steel, not the grill, get them slugs off for real

This that crow with the jail, we go in, smoke the L's

She love my mic, rock the bell, leave that punani killed

All them hoes want the Q, spit that truth, make the loot

Expensive whips we hotbox, spent 2 bills on my socks

This that make you cockblock, this that make me pop shot

This that filthy convo, this that must be Figg Road