What You Need lyrics

[Intro: BossMan Dlow]
Tuned in, I'm tellin' you
I'm droppin' nothin' but gas
Foot on the motherf*ckin' gas, you hear me?
Yeah, Big Za
Big Za, yeah, huh

[Chorus: BossMan Dlow]
I'm a real trapper, tell me what you need (Brr, brr)
Yeah, b*tch, this a McLaren, I can't do nothin' but speed (Yo)
Left club twenty-four and blew a damn thirty (Damn thirty)
Ayy, pull up, hop out cleaner than some damn detergent
Yeah, huh, that's my lil' sh*t, she missus perfect (Come here, baby)
Yeah, and my pockets stuffed like a turkey (Beep, beep, beep)
Huh, I'm the motherf*ckin' biggest, boy, let's make a bet, huh
I'll pull up in some sh*t, make b*tches break they neck (Yo)

[Verse 1: BossMan Dlow]
I'll pull up in some sh*t'll make your jaw drop (Jaw drop)
Lemon yellow 'Vette, come through lookin' like a cough drop (Skrrt)
You can't sit on my lap, baby, I paid too much for these jeans
Might go Rolls-Royce Culli', blue inside like Listerine
She say, "Daddy, when I'ma see you?" I say, "Let me check my schedule"
I got two hundred fifty K in twenties 'cause it look better
Broke, bum-ass b*tch, tell me where you live at?
Who me? I'ma get a sack like Khalil Mack (Yeah)
Thinkin' 'bout it now, I probably spent a half a mil' on clothes (Yeah)
I just went on tour, I gave away money at all my shows (Big Za)
Oh, that's Dlow bendin' the block, get your kids out the road (Yo)
I got a lot of dog sh*t on me, you better cover up your nose
[Chorus: BossMan Dlow]
I'm a real trapper, tell me what you need (Brr, brr)
Yeah, b*tch, this a McLaren, I can't do nothin' but speed (Yo)
Left club twenty-four and blew a damn thirty (Damn thirty)
Ayy, pull up, hop out cleaner than some damn detergent
Yeah, huh, that's my lil' sh*t, she missus perfect (Come here, baby)
Yeah, and my pockets stuffed like a turkey (Beep, beep, beep)
Huh, I'm the motherf*ckin' biggest, boy, let's make a bet, huh
I'll pull up in some sh*t, make b*tches break they neck (Yo)

[Verse 2: NoCap]
I got tired of foreign cars, f*ck 'round, got a Chevy mounted
Christmas, I told Santa Claus, "Just bring me a money counter"
Bro seen too many of his n*ggas get put in a suit, that's why that blick got a button
I know I shouldn't be mixin' the family with business, I still give a job to my cousins
I'm out in London with a bad b*tch, look like tummy, I pay to remove her gut
Ask her, can she make it clap, she can make it talk instead
Do CPR on the bando, who the f*ck said trappin' dead?
Send a n*gga straight to heaven, roll him up, then we inhale him
She bad and she don't hurt for nothin', shawty got her sh*t together
My jeweler, he on speed dial, I should slow down on this glitter
Nightmares on that Maybach pillow, guess this sh*t ain't what it seem
NoCap, Michael Jackson Thriller
Stuff a billi' in my jeans

[Chorus: BossMan Dlow]
I'm a real trapper, tell me what you need (Brr, brr)
Yeah, b*tch, this a McLaren, I can't do nothin' but speed (Yo)
Left club twenty-four and blew a damn thirty (Damn thirty)
Ayy, pull up, hop out cleaner than some damn detergent
Yeah, huh, that's my lil' sh*t, she missus perfect (Come here, baby)
Yeah, and my pockets stuffed like a turkey (Beep, beep, beep)
Huh, I'm the motherf*ckin' biggest, boy, let's make a bet, huh
I'll pull up in some sh*t, make b*tches break they neck (Yo)
[Verse 3: NoCap]
I'm clean in every state, that's if you think 'bout murkin' me
She was everything before she got her surgery
Ride with three thousand shots, I'm feelin' like I'm Andre
I popped a half a pill, now she look like Beyoncé
Me and Dlow pull up back to back, sh*t like scoliosis
Know I should've been the quarterback, I got too much motion
Most of these n*ggas ain't never slain no one, but they know how to troll
Come to my block, this sh*t like UFC, the trap be full of bowls

[Outro: NoCap]
I'm in Miami, slidin' in the Huracán like I'm Cameron or Jacob