Whatchu Need

Yeah

Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga

This shit on the floor

Alright

Lemme know when it drop Nuez

What you need?

What you need, what you need, nigga

What you need, nigga

What you need, what you need, nigga

Ayy

I'm the hood pharmacist, tell me what you need

OxyContin, Percs, I don't fuck with weed

What you need, a lil' lean

Hit my phone, nigga

Hit my phone, you know I'm fuckin' with them beans too

Bitch, I got a doctor plug, I don't need you

Hit him in his head with the K, now it's see-through

How many Percs you 'bout to eat, Shit, I need two

Oh, your mama smoke dope, I'm a fiend too

Vision blurry, words slurry, that's what lean do

I'm really fucked up in the head, I know I seem cool

Bitch, I'll kill the whole world, now it's just me and you

Got a real plug on the 'bows, he Hebrew

My nigga ate a plate in my face, I wanna eat too

You know your mans a rat and you still with him, you might be one too

Whole pint of Wockhardt gone, it's just me and Lou

Ten milli' on my hip, I can kill a cop

Gucci raincoat on, I ain't feel a drop

How the fuck this whole eight gone and it's just 6 o'clock

I know you seen me with that AP thang on, but this a different watch

Tremendous aim, dog upped his strap, got the pistol shot

Nigga, you ain't never dropped shit, you just pimple pop

Okay, that OxyContin 30 kickin' in, I can sip now

200K in blues on me now, I'm a Crip now

Used to have to go in on a bag, but I'm rich now

Every week, got a thousand blues gettin' sent out

The prosecutor racist than a bitch, I'm finna flip out

Ridin' in a Scat', lookin' for the opps, just seen one and flipped out

When I'm in my feelings, I be ridin' past K-Trip house

He took a couple pills and ain't wake up, how that shit sound

I got some white fentanyl, bout to mix brown

Headshot, the nigga lost his life before he hit the ground

Imma calm down on this run, I'ma check 'em out

It's a lil' switch on the back part, this a different Glock

Grocery shoppin' at Walmart with the nickel cocked

Nigga run up on me, I'ma whip it out, bitch, I pistol shop

You don't need no fuckin' bag of ice, you got a little knot

I'm at Lil E crib, he got more pills than a 'spital got

I'ma need thirty-eight hundred for a Skittle crop

They tried to box me in the dope game, I had to wiggle out

Can't believe this nigga lit a Swisher, someone kick him out

Catch me in the hood takin' pictures with the pistol out

He want three hundred a line for a pint of Wock', I whipped a nickel out

Took two hundred dollars off the top, now give me my ounces

I can make twenty racks quick, just give me an hour

Dope money wrinkled up like it got left in the washer

I was goin' through some real shit, I met me a counselor

My Beecher nigga tryna buy a brick, he met me on Carter

The chain I got on real thick like seventy-one dollars

I remember ridin' with a bitch in an '06 Chevy Impala

Shit, and since we talkin' 'bout cars, my neck a Marauder

He was not tryna give the bars, up stick on the doctor

This shit came quick, yeah

This shit came quick, swear it felt like we got rich in an hour

Unc' hit me with a clean brick, now I'm siftin' in powder

Told me don't worry 'bout the money, he'll get it tomorrow

Said so much shit, you gotta listen, you might hear it tomorrow

Seen a nigga drop a Scatpack and get killed in a Charger

Of course the pint had a seal on it, it was hit at the bottom

I know that's some real Actavis, look how it sit at the bottom

Yeah, Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga

Yeah, sometimes

This bitch smooth as hell, alright