Need Me lyrics

[Intro: Icewear Vezzo]
Freaky-ass lil' b*tch
Tellin' this b*tch
She know what we
b*tch, you know what time it is
Alright, hmm, ayy, ayy (Iced Up Records)

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
b*tch, you need me, b*tch, I know you need me, I make sh*t look easy
I'm too freezy, never cuff no breezy, I just f*ck and feed 'em
f*ck who see me, I get sucked off G because I'm up on TV
Freaky ho, pus*y feel like Fiji, I came up off KeKe
Way too needy, but she stay on fleeky, I hit that so freely
Rollie blingy, I nicknamed her Trina, I'm her ghetto genie
So much paper, I just might AP me, b*tch, I'm set for leezy
Pour a pint, I sip mud like Weezy, ghetto boy like Peezy
Call it quits, then she double back just to throw it back
Throw her a sack, I might quartеrback, I got all the racks
If she thick, then I might spеnd a check, I f*ck all the rats
Thirty thousand stuffed in all my pants, we throw all of that

[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
b*tch, you need me
Old ghetto-ass b*tch
You know, you keep callin' my phone, b*tch, you know what time it is
You know I
b*tch, I'm him, I ain't them
No, I ain't none of them other n*ggas
Know how we come for this sh*t, ho
b*tch, you need me
Freaky-ass b*tch, look
Baby daddy keep callin' my phone
Better tell that n*gga what we did, old b*tch
You outta your mind, yeah, stand up (b*tch, you need me)
[Verse 2: Dreezy]
Me and my b*tch probably already swept your block, we finessed all the trappers
He think he the sh*t 'cause he paid my rent, these n*ggas be ballin' backwards
My shooters come fire where you post, don't check his post, just call the pastor
I don't even wanna claim these hoes as my son, f*ck it, they all bast*rds (I ain't your mama, ho)
What we talkin' 'bout?
Smoke or the D, I never run from it (Nah)
Couple racks, that's hush money
Under five hundred, that's lunch money
Make him crash out like a stunt dummy
This a big body, not a punch buggy
If he layin' in my California king the only time I let a n*gga c*m for me
Lil' gutter, brown butter, cup look like Reeses, and my diamonds pieces
Give a f*ck how old the beef, can't talk to me like Wop did Jeezy
f*ck I look like askin' for some cash? n*gga, need my own Visa
'Fore a lil' b*tch say my name don't forget Big in front of Dreezy

[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo & Dreezy]
b*tch, you need me
It's Big motherf*ckin' Dreez', n*gga
Put some respect on my sh*t
I don't even know who the f*ck you thought you was talkin' to anyway
Goofy-ass n*gga, extra-ass n*gga
I ain't your old ho, f*ck you talkin' 'bout?
b*tch, you need me
And I don't need sh*t from your ass
And any, anything you do for me is a motherf*ckin' privilege, n*gga, remember that
You know who the f*ck you with, act like it (Ho, ho)
I make you look good, n*gga
b*tch, you need me