Letra de What You Need - BossMan DLow

(Feat. ["NoCap"])

Tuned in, I'm tellin' you

I'm droppin' nothin' but gas

Foot on the motherfuckin' gas, you hear me?

Yeah, Big Za

Big Za, yeah, huh

I'm a real trapper, tell me what you need (Brr, brr)

Yeah, bitch, 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' shit, she missus perfect (Come here, baby)

Yeah, and my pockets stuffed like a turkey (Beep, beep, beep)

Huh, I'm the motherfuckin' biggest, boy, let's make a bet, huh

I'll pull up in some shit, make bitches break they neck (Yo)

I'll pull up in some shit'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 bitch, 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 shit on me, you better cover up your nose

I'm a real trapper, tell me what you need (Brr, brr)

Yeah, bitch, 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' shit, she missus perfect (Come here, baby)

Yeah, and my pockets stuffed like a turkey (Beep, beep, beep)

Huh, I'm the motherfuckin' biggest, boy, let's make a bet, huh

I'll pull up in some shit, make bitches break they neck (Yo)

I got tired of foreign cars, fuck 'round, got a Chevy mounted

Christmas, I told Santa Claus, "Just bring me a money counter"

Bro seen too many of his niggas 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 bitch, 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 fuck said trappin' dead?

Send a nigga straight to heaven, roll him up, then we inhale him

She bad and she don't hurt for nothin', shawty got her shit together

My jeweler, he on speed dial, I should slow down on this glitter

Nightmares on that Maybach pillow, guess this shit ain't what it seem

NoCap, Michael Jackson Thriller

Stuff a billi' in my jeans

I'm a real trapper, tell me what you need (Brr, brr)

Yeah, bitch, 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' shit, she missus perfect (Come here, baby)

Yeah, and my pockets stuffed like a turkey (Beep, beep, beep)

Huh, I'm the motherfuckin' biggest, boy, let's make a bet, huh

I'll pull up in some shit, make bitches break they neck (Yo)

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, shit like scoliosis

Know I should've been the quarterback, I got too much motion

Most of these niggas ain't never slain no one, but they know how to troll

Come to my block, this shit like UFC, the trap be full of bowls

I'm in Miami, slidin' in the Huracán like I'm Cameron or Jacob

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