Chandler. - Whatcha Need Lyrics

Whatcha need, get an ounce or the p
Put your hands in the air if you f*ck with me
Let the head bop if you know I got what you need
I don't got a count for murder but I'm killing the beat
Throw a bit up on the burner, while you're taking your seat
Let a bad bitch take it while you're running on E
Some fat titties with a college degree
Put my ass in a trance while you're talking to me
Shit ain't tropical but you coconuts
You spellin' words and I love it when you open up
I hate it when we fightin and that shit get ugly
I much prefer the times when we poppin' off the bubbly
I love it when you feel it and you get all kinds of cuddly
And I can tell that you're healing so tell me who keeps you comfy
I need some company
I'm in my feelings
Who gon' be there when it's time to start dealing
Who gon' help me when the rapping ain't appealing
And I need some help before I'm packing out buildings
Uh, I been acting out, tell me who the f*ck knows how to act in a drought
Tell me what the f*ck is happening is the cash running out
Have you been passing it out, for some pods or some gas
People say they going broke but they high off they ass
I been high on my horse, knocking bitches with the Trojans
Crashing down man this shit is getting hopeless
Doing people dirty man this shit is getting soapless
Need a thirty for thirty for all these bitches that hurt me
I'm never switching you heard me, she got the worm oh she early
Or is she late, can't afford to have a kid, nah that's a bait
Tryna get up on the Forbes list, real great
But that's the type of shit that'll put me out the way
Dropping heat like a comet, it's coming down like some dominoes get it straight
Just a kid I ain't lame, just got some skin in the game
And I been rocking best kid out the state, uh
Whatcha need, get an ounce or the p
Put your hands in the air if you f*ck with me
Let the head bop if you know I got what you need
I don't got a count for murder but I'm killing the beat
Throw a bit up on the burner, while you're taking your seat
Let a bad bitch take it while you're running on E
Some fat titties with a college degree
Put my ass in a trance while you're talking to me
See it's a city boy thing or a hot girl thing
So it's prolly gon' sting when your mood start to swing
And the only damn thing that'll keep us around
Is when the lights get dim and we run up the town
So just take me there where the roses are red, and the vibe's never dead
Where the bitches slang head, and we ain't got no worries
Shots pop off and we gone in a hurry
Bodies start to drop in a flurry
I don't ever carry out in public
Too many people dead yet we quick to change the subject
That shit is getting weak I promise I never fold
Too many damn kids never gettin' to age of old
Too many damn times that I seen that shit happen
They tell us drop the guns and we all start laughing
We rather have the comfort when it's hot up in the back end
And people rather die than live without trapping
Uh, But them cheeks get to clapping
The bitches start throwing and we all get distracted
You think shallow when you're balls deep
So you don't see the real problems you'd rather just make them hoes sleep
Oh shit, damn