Letra de What You Need - G Herbo

What you need?

What you need? Swerv'

What you need, baby? What you need?

(South, South, Southside)

We got access to yachts, jetting out to the state on jets

We went from jets to drops

We just laughing to the bank, acting like I'm next to pop (Haha)

Like I ain't been popping (Ayy, G Herbo)

Get surprised when I drop that bag off like I ain't been dropping it (Big Swerv')

All white VVs, flexing Benz keys like I ain't been hopping it (Phew)

Posting on IG, popping tags in LV, like I ain't been copping it (Ayy, ayy)

Wanna ride with a G, baby, just hop in with me

We can fuck all night and go on shopping spree (Ayy)

And this shit ain't easy so put me at ease (Ayy, uh)

Somewhere far away low-key with the breeze

I'm like, "What up?"

What you need? (What you need?)

What you need? (What you need?)

What you need, baby? What you need?

What you need, baby?

What you need? What you need? Swerv'

She just want a trip to Neimans

Fifty K, that's what she dreamed of

I'ma blow that with my demons (Gang)

Pull up, Trackhawks and Demons

I'm just tryna fight my demons

She asked me why I act like I don't love her

I ain't had no reason

She want my bag, watch me run through a million cash

And never seen it (Swerv')

Cry for my help but I know she don't mean it

Hit up my brother, I know that he need it

Gotta admit she a freak like me

She hit me and my brother, I know she be fiending

Thought the lil' bitch was a P like me

Said she want be with me, and I thought she was dreaming

I'm like, "What up?" (What's up?)

What you need? (What you need?)

I ain't gon' pay you to stay, though, bae, I'ma pay you to leave

I'm finna pay you then leave

Kept my faith, I beat the odds, you gotta believe

Bad lil' bitch treat me like God, get right on her knees

Ayy, ayy, ayy

I'm in a wide-body black Maybach with tint, finna scrape the curb (Swerv')

Too much ice on me, keep a pipe on me and you know I ain't nervous

I'm repping the 'Raq in New Orleans, No Limit soldier

I know that you heard it (South, South, Southside)

Pull up in SRTs and coupe GTs and twenty Suburbans (Yeah)

I was in VIPs and thumbing through Gs when niggas was virgins

I'm still fresh as detergent, still Big Swerving (Ayy)

Still going up, getting digits on niggas

Getting rich on niggas, bad blicks on niggas, uh, uh

I'm still shitting on niggas, uh (Ayy)

And the house on the hill went up ten mill' 'fore a deal on niggas, I swear to God

Thank God I'm here, I was out in the field upping steel on niggas, I swear to God

You was never like me, you was never hard

Even though I'm BP like a Teflon

Keep it on me, you dig? like Stefon (You dig?)

In the A, I be having my way like I'm Trae, hopping out with the Sig at the Chevron

In a way, I be doing this shit everyday and I be with some niggas, don't play, ayy

And I'm having this cake in a major way

But ain't keeping this shit where I lay, ayy

I bought me a AK while I'm fighting a case

And I'm keeping this bitch where I lay, ayy

Ayy, be careful what you say (Bitch)

If you hot don't get exposed, grab the hose and spray (Drench)

Slide, slide, slide, slide like some rollerblades (Brr)

(808 Mafia) Threw a switch on the AR, he tore his shoulder blade (Drench)

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