Need4SpeedBoys lyrics

[Intro]
(Pyro made it)

[Verse: Leaf Ward & OT7 Quanny]
Lil' Leaf runnin' round in the Hellcat with a big gun
We out fishin' tryna blick sum, she out, get that drop and that b*tch done
We got the Nines, 40s, pounds, take them all, ain't tryna pick one
n*gga f*ck him and his son, all my young n*ggas tryna hit sum
We the need for speed boys, I'm in the Benz, yeah this the matted one
I just left the airport, went to Dior, picked a jacket up
That b*tch broke my heart, I took some racks and then I passed it up
I was down bad, I got some cash, I turned my status up
Yeah I got the hookup, master P, you want it now or later
Pulled up in all different colored toys, sh*t likе the power rangers
I gavе them the game, and then they ran wit it
Only time I ran when I got chased by some fan b*tches
I'm with the mob, we with the zoo, we know them folks tryna spy on us
They the reason for the wraith so how I'm thinking why would they lie on us
We hit his lid and slid, as n*ggas was screaming bro don't die on us
Leafy be drippin' the fear of God cuz I know that he got his eye on us
I go Dior and Celine, b*tch said I get to much paper to be wearing McQueen
I drop a rack on the backpack, cuz it ain't know way Amiri's fittin' a bean
All this f*cking cash inside the bag, they think I make this sh*t
I just met a Mexican from LA, said he can make a brick
It's this one op that bought a chain, but we gon' take that sh*t
Reach for my wrist, you taking what, you gon' take the clip
Big choppa, get to rippin' through his crib, when it get to breakin' sh*t
And if them n*ggas still don't get the picture, we gon' get the snake and sh*t
f*ck n*ggas, if it's ever stuck with us, we ain't faking sh*t
He got smoked while he was on his way, he gon' be late as sh*t
Ridin' round with a choppa in the chop, we ain't worried about cops
We put a name on it and then go to another hood, cuz we gotta swap
I got a whole dime for the drop, you stupid if you think a b*tch not
I know a n*gga that's tryna get buzzed with racks, you f*ck around get shot
Free my lil' folks and them, they said that the feds got him
I just bought some Christian Dior's, what the f*ck is red bottoms
I.S.T.G., if this n*gga slip
He go to S.L.E.E.P., I'm still in the trap
With them wolves, and a ZG
You been in the game for all them years, and you ain't get the chip, you CP3
f*cked her every day, for one thing, I get the bag and then I'm going home
I have conversations with my money when I'm home alone
Keep your door locked, cuz if it's open, then I'm snaking n*ggas
Had my youngins take your burner, then bake your potato with it
b*tch I turn my stripes inside this sh*t, I'm with Adidas gang
Its this one op, we get the drop, and then we leavin' gang