If U Want lyrics

[Intro: Drego]
(Jose the Plug)
Oh, nah, y'all can leave that if it's ringin' like that, that's...
No love songs on my sh*t
Ayy (Man)

[Chorus: Drego]
He'll lie, he'll kill just to get what he want
Same time, hustle every day just to get what he want
Take an L, f*ck it, get it back, you can cry if you want
One up top, lil' boy, you can try if you want
Uh, I'ma stack this for a case, you can fry if you want
I ain't gon' lie, my dog better lie if you don't
Ayy, they real, they kill you, believe 'em, I don't
A mil', two mil', it's closer than close

[Verse 1: Drego]
My dog still in Tennessee, he fundin' it close
But I can see the opposition, he right in the scope
You know I'm a slimeball, I'm wipin' his nose
These n*ggas ain't dyin' 'bout no money, dyin' 'bout some hoes
I spend a dime on the work, dime on some clothes
I left and came back, b*tch, yeah, I'm Derrick Rose
I'll do the track 'fit, that's my trap 'fit
The plug said, "I love your music, you talk reckless"
[Verse 2: Beno]
I can get you what you need, you ain't heard of me
Have my n*gga stab you up just like surgery
Have your n*ggas find your body down the street where your people be
In the kitchen whippin' up a quarter key
Yeah, you know my hood hot like Myrtle Beach
Everything I do is for my family
Shout out to the n*ggas who abandoned me
I'm lookin' for the lean, it's an emergency

[Verse 3: Cash Kidd]
b*tch, I feel like Tinky Winky in these purple jeans
Yeah, quarter pound on me, this ain't Burger King
If I like your b*tch, I'm back-doorin' like a burglary
Buffed up, punchin' and slidin', call me Hercules
A lot of fraudulent activity when I purchase these
Uber on the way, b*tch, you irkin' me
And my dog just beat a first degree
The ones that don't really live it be the first to preach
On the freeway nervous 'cause I'm traffickin'
b*tch, keep your two cents, I ain't one of them Africans
You can't book me for a show unless the strap get in
Plus it's a body on this b*tch like a mannequin
You can tell the way I move, we really havin' it
n*gga, when you on, gotta maneuver different
Like I dropped it on the floor, I just blew some chicken
They thinkin' the devil got my soul 'cause my shoes is Christian
[Verse 4: Nuk]
We like Giuseppes, we like body bags, we bringin' zippers back
I don't care about your body mask, boy, I'll get on that
They won't catch me on they body cam, seller shippin' that
But I'm out there sellin' Cam'ron just like a Diplomat
In my hood, it's like Killa Season, I'm like Cameron Giles
They ain't scorin' off that evidence, this ain't Forensic Files
I got dope just like pound cake, look around, wait
These lil' n*ggas Chucky with that bag, quit that child play (All that child sh*t)
I hit up Kari for an eight
Before my n*gga shoot the bag, I tell him sorry for the weight (Sorry for the load, brother)
Brodie by Indiana State
Right before we dropped a pint, I told him meet me outer space (Meet me outer space)
I got drank still in my colon
In the Range while I'm pickin' up a brick from Pensacola (This bar sh*t)
Hopped right off the road and cleared my hitter's total
Swear to God, the way they stole our style, I swear these n*ggas owe us (I swear to God)