natenastyyyy - need Lyrics

Shawty bad, I put it in her spine, now she feelin' that
Tell me if it's mine, you put it in my face, then I'm killin' that
Niggas never speak on my dead guys, then they gettin' whacked
F*ck what he talkin' bout, diss on the phones, we ain't into that
Shawty gettin' lit off that liquor, yeah
Hold on, if she bustin' down, I might tip her, yeah
And if she suck it good, she get a Birken
Ain't shit free, God let me down, baby, work for it
Ain't shit free, God let me down, you gotta work for it, yeah
F*ck that 9 to 5, baby, come work for me, I know
F*ck with me girl, I got what you need
When we hit the road, take you on a high speed
On the freeway, suckin me good, you a freak
You're so fly, high fashion
We pull up, bleed the scene
While I'm on, don't got to ask, get you wet up on the seat, yeah
Yeah, I f*ck with you, but there ain't no bitch that I need
Yeah, I f*ck with you, but there ain't no bitch that I need
Shawty bad, wonder how that ass fit up in them jeans
Where you at, I'm tryna bring you back and put your ass to sleep
Ride with me, when you vibe with me it feel like it's a dream
Balenciagas, put it on your feet when you step in
We in the club, throwin' all the ones in the section
You know I can't go in without my weapon
Just know I'ma take your soul when we sextin
I done been down below, like Roddy Rich
I was stuck, ain't nowhere to go, ain't no pot to piss
When I drop this, vibe check, they gon' rock to this
Drop a good 6 of high tech, watch the soda fizz
Put me in this mood, uh
Blood on my shoes, uh
Know I can't lose now, nah
Late nights, runnin' up that check like I'm verified
I'ma risk it all for my niggas, like it's do or die
Ain't shit free, God let me down, you gotta work for it, yeah
F*ck that 9 to 5, baby, come work for me, I know
F*ck with me girl, I got what you need
When we hit the road, take you on a high speed
On the freeway, suckin me good, you a freak
You're so fly, high fashion
We pull up, bleed the scene
While I'm on, don't got to ask, get you wet up on the seat, yeah
Yeah, I f*ck with you, but there ain't no bitch that I need
He taking one to the head
It's a lot of niggas that I really want dead
Sent them to the cemetery, out of my hands
Carry choppers like military, I wanna dance
For the love of money once it get in my hand
We be hoppin' out, we tryna murk us a opp, aye
We gon' do the dash, hit the freeway and we outtie
Told a nigga that he don't respect my name
It's another dead nigga up in my strain, like whoa
You told him that you with us, then he like me too
They like, you try to belittle everything, that's just you
And you can go and put a hundred bands up in the coupe
You can talk to me like teachers talk to students at school
Aye, I been in a different time zone
They said you been tellin' me that you don't need me, that's cap
Tell the truth under the seat, I keep the heat to blow back
Keep the bag, keep the racks, I'ma get em gone
Ain't shit free, God let me down, you gotta work for it, yeah
F*ck that 9 to 5, baby, come work for me, I know
F*ck with me girl, I got what you need
When we hit the road, take you on a high speed
On the freeway, suckin me good, you a freak
You're so fly, high fashion
We pull up, bleed the scene
While I'm on, don't got to ask, get you wet up on the seat, yeah
Yeah, I f*ck with you, but there ain't no bitch that I need