Testo Need It - Migos feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Testo della canzone Need It (Migos feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again), tratta dall'album Culture III

Let's go
Surrounded by some real n- (Lil Top)
Hey
Yes sir (they won't do it)
(Buddah bless this beat)
I said I need it (I need it)
This Draco undefeated (rah)
Hit your block and then I bleed it (yeah)
Go long, these bullets, he receive it
I can't see it (I can't)
My wrist look like a snow cone, make her eat it
Once I see her, I give her that dope d- just like it's ether
Then I leave her, I can't get caught up, I can't be on Cheaters
There go them people, you know what it is
Go put the dope up 'fore they breach us
Before they breach us
I'ma get out this b- and I'm striking, I'm throwing my heater
Whole lotta money, and steady keep coming
Forever I'm living my life like a bleeder (slime)
Dope boy (dope)
I'm straight out the Nawf, I came up selling hard (hard)
Heroin (dawg)
I'm straight from the Nawf, I went and bought me a Dawn (the Nawf)
I jumped off the porch and went bought me a gun
We boarding the jet 'cause my dawg got a warrant
We don't give a f-, bring the stick, where we going?
I'm booted up off that Molly, I cover my gun
This s- got a ELO, my aim on point (on point)
Shooting that Glock give me pain in my joints (pew-pew)
We shoot a fifty-round drum, honey bun (bun)
I want two thousand, I want both of they tongues
I know how to handle it, bust on my damages
These n- can't run, we gon' peel everyone
You know where I'm from, give a f- how you come
Got a stick in the car and it sound like a bomb (boom)
I came in this b- with a mil' worth of cash (m)
Like Bandicoot, we 'bout to crash (crash)
No remorse, I put five through your dash
Off the porch, bought a Porsche, then I drag
Out the building, them young n- slide (slide)
Put up 30, now you do the math (fool)
If you seek on my son, I won't hide (I won't hide)
Bullets rain, we give him a bath
I said I need it
This Draco undefeated (rrah)
Hit your block and then I bleed it (yeah)
Go long, these bullets, he receive it
I can't see it
My wrist look like a snow cone, make her eat it
Once I see her, I give her that dope d- just like it's ether
Then I leave her, I can't get caught up, I can't be on Cheaters
There go them people, you know what it is
Go put the dope up 'fore they breach us
Before they breach us
I'ma get out this b- and I'm striking, I'm throwing my heater
Whole lotta money, and steady keep coming
Forever I'm living my life like a bleeder
From the bando to Baton, we making it happen
I like a b- bougie but keep me a ratchet
Winning's fantastic, Cartiers straight out the plastic
Diamonds in all of my glasses (chill)
I'm f- more b- than Magic
Straight out the basket, they say them young niggas having (hey)
The money too old, it's growing maggots, nasty
Finger f- it with the Magnum (Magnum)
I'm thinking they forgot the way we paved
We been giving too many n- these passes (too many)
F- it, drop a bag and cash it
Who gonna press 'em the fastest? (Who?)
Extendo barrel elastic, new attachment, sh- get tactic (tactical)
They stole the flow (go), now they tryna run off with the fashion
My neck, I freeze it (ice), just give us the reason
Make that smoke look easy (ooh-ooh, easy)
Couple blue hunnids with the stones, it's bleeding (bleedin')
What's your issue? If you got a trigger just squeeze it (bah, squeeze it, bah, squeeze it)
Whole block outside, it's a street fest
Ain't no peace treaty (nah)
These stones around my Jesus, they ain't treated (no)
They got me heated
Don't play with the gang, they know that we be undefeated
I get to squeezing (I get to squeezing)
When we talking beef, they say that they vegan
Just for no reason (just for no reason, woo)
We copping more ice, ain't talkin' a freezer (ice)
I said I need it (I need it)
This Draco undefeated (rah)
Hit your block and then I bleed it (yeah)
Go long, these bullets, he receive it (oh-oh)
I can't see it (I can't)
My wrist look like a snow cone, make her eat it
Once I see her, I give her that dope d- just like it's ether (oh-oh)
Then I leave her, I can't get caught up, I can't be on Cheaters
There go them people (them people), you know what it is
Go put the dope up 'fore they breach us
Before they breach us
I'ma get out this b- and I'm striking, I'm throwing my heater
Whole lotta money, and steady keep coming
Forever I'm living my life like a bleeder (slime)



Credits
Writer(s): Curtis James Jackson, Tony Louis Cottrell, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Douglas Sr. Tyron Buddah
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