Need4Speed lyrics

[Intro]
(Olami)
Yeah
SRT, still rich and thuggin', you know how the f*ck we rockin', man
Probably beatin' up a n*gga block, you know? It ain't sh*t
I rap, but I'll still get out
I ain't gotta prove no point, know what a n*gga about, ayy
Uh
Bail out, Drac'
Uh, uh, uh, Drac'
Uh, uh, uh, bail out, Drac'
Uh, uh, gang

[Verse]
Mm, drivin' a dangerous amount of speed, feelin' like Lucki, he dump off lean (Off lean)
All my hoes come two a piece just like my kicks and my Amiri jeans
Get the lo', then we creepin' up on him, we ain't tryna talk, there ain't such a thing (Rrah-rrah-rrah-rrah)
Uh, whoever said the Glock ain't come with none of that, now this b*tch got a stick and beam
Bail out the back, know we makin' a scene (Rrah), uh, left his sh*t swell like a pumpkin
Switch gang, we ain't doin' no tusslin', shots let off, now them f*ck boys runnin'
I'ma stack every dollar and kill every man in the way, this sh*t ain't 'bout nothin'
Uh, Chuckyy came from nothin' (You know that)
Uh, for real, facts (Facts)
Mama birthday, I gave her the racks (The racks)
Next month, I'ma cop her a 'Lac (Skrrt)
Eighteen, bought my own Scat Pack, me and lil' cuz just hop and snatch 'em
Uh, I tweaked and my whole life changed, I think I'm in love with a dancer
Got a b*tch and, yeah, I stamp it, she pretty as f*ck, she callin' me handsome
Uh, thick b*tch tryna have my child, I met her at Smurk show, body scream tap her (Okay)
Glock 40 give a n*gga his wings, let it off, go— that's why they can't stand me
That's why I moved out of the 'Raq, gotta steady watch over my back
But I ain't never duck no rec, when I land in the 'Raq, still post where I'm at (No bap)
n*gga move wrong, he get stretched (Bah)
All I gotta do is send a text (Where you at?)
All I gotta do is make a call (Brr)
Like a pill, n*gga get dissolved (Brr, brr)
Somethin' swept, chillin' with my dogs (Gang)
Gotta have a pour of drink in tall (Gang)
My money like eighty long (Eighty)
Go deep in her, Tom Brady all (Uh)
Uh, drown the cup, b*tch, Chuckyy the tweaker, these lil' n*ggas lost in the sauce (Gang)
They be like, "How the f*ck you be dealin' with hate?" I don't care, I be brushin' 'em off (Hater)
Why God made that happen? (Happen)
I did it all by myself (Myself)
Turnt up, I don't need no help (Uh-uh)
I'm tryna get more money for my wealth (Uh-huh)
Uh, these n*ggas broke on the block all day, need to go get a shelter
Uh, when I first came in, fell in love with the 9s, blew a 10, and now I can't help it (Come here)
Yep, you know I kept it
Glock 20 my favorite preference (Uh)
No matter what, I got leverage
He stutter steppin' (Come here)
Sent the verse, he should've kept it
Nothin' but hit records (Uh)
Everything I do is treasure
That's why n*ggas want my melon (You know that)
But I'ma hit the cantaloupe (Ew), leave a f*ck n*gga brain like peppers
He dead on the ground, can't get up
We leave sh*t spanked, poor boys gettin' teared up
[Outro]
Poor boys gettin' teared up
Mm-mm, a standoff
Police pulled up, but we sped off
Mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm, a standoff
Police pulled up, but we sped off
f*ck boy, we can have a standoff
n*ggas gon' shoot, but got no stamina
Mm-mm