What you want
What you really, really want
Alright, let me tell y'all something, man. I've been rapping since like 7th grade
What you want? what you want
You've been rapping since what? yesterday
Bass in the trunk. Face in my lap
Blowing on some skunk. Bitches know I run the trap
Trying to scrap. Bitch get blapped
See my song? Give it a tap
Touch my car? Better get back
Saint Laurent? Getting that bag
But what you want? What you want? What you really, really want
What you want? What you want
What you want? What you want? What you really, really want
What you want? What you want
Always hitting my line. Bitch, you better pop out
All I want is that head. So get off of that top
I ain't breaking no bread. Go and shake for that guac
Yeah, I know you want green. All the money like guac
Bad little bitch on my bed with the shirt off. Give her this dick, smoke a blunt and then skirt off
I hit up GB and Wheelz to the studio. You trying to rap, but all you spit is booty hole
If you want smoke, get the doobie roll. Let's make a movie. Don't knuckle up, don't let the rookie blow
Fuck all that banging and shooting, bro. Ain't no saluting, bro. Mississippi like it's two below
So it's chop chop to your chop shop. Better watch out for we pop out to your pops house with the top down
Ain't no cops now. I'm a dark cloud, so you really better get ready to get knocked down
They really all on my steelo. Damn, this ain't no brick, it's a kilo
Break it down and roll the cheebo. I do shit to the max like I'm Keebo
Bass in the trunk. Face in my lap
Blowing on some skunk. Bitches know I run the trap
Trying to scrap. Bitch get blapped
See my song? Give it a tap
Touch my car? Better get back
Saint Laurent? Getting that bag
But what you want? What you want? What you really, really want
What you want? What you want
What you want? What you want? What you really, really want
What you want? What you want
I want bass in the trunk. Money in my pocket
Drugs in my system. By my side, I got that rocket
Tito's in my cup. Trying to get lit up
Got a bad bitch by my side. Every night she trying to fuck
Gotta get this money right. Get them haters out of my sight
I don't do drama. I don't fight
I send them killers. They make it right
What you want? I'm popping that trunk
What you want? It's a slam dunk
What you want? I'm blowing that skunk
This ain't, this ain't what you want
I hit hard, bitch. I don't bunt
Whipping that bag. I'm whipping it up
Living it large. I'm living it up
I give it my all or give it no fucks
I be down in my lair. Gotham City, Batman, yeah
People say that I'm crazy. Maybe cause nobody phase me
Bass in the trunk
Face in my lap
Blowing on some skunk. Bitches know I run the trap
Trying to scrap. Bitch get blapped
See my song? Give it a tap
Touch my car? Better get back
Saint Laurent? Getting that bag
But what you want? What you want? What you really, really want
What you want? What you want
What you want? What you want? What you really, really want
What you want? What you want