GrewSum - What You Need lyrics
[GrewSum - What You Need lyrics]
Hello parents i'm Grewsum and I'm here to
Tell you that drugs
Are very profitable because of your children
Somebody tell em I got the potion
They smell it ‘fore they even
Get the cellophane open
Blow that got em on the floor in convulsions
Mouth lookin' like it's full
Foam from the oceans
Xanax and bars, if you panic and pause
Pop one of us (and slow it down a little bit)
Speeding little rocks if you're
Runnin' from the cops chop it up, chop
(and speed it up a little bit)
Lortabs for your pain
Don't take more than you gotta take
Cause you're be so mellow
You can't concentrate
Sad but true, get a bag from Grew
If you want your eyes lookin'
Like a japanese dude
Then hit up my celly and I
Gon' get you that immediately
Quickly hit me in a jiffy
If you need a sticky
Days before dazin' and blaz in a daze
Amazed by the haze
That your lungs are inhaling
Let me know, we'll get blowed
I got everything you need
Lot's of dro, lines of coke
Even ecstasy and speed hydroco done and blow
Hennessy and LSD
You might convulse on the floor
But baby I got what you need
What you need motherfucker?
I got every topic or product
Just lean your seat in
I bet I got you narcotic my weed
Opium and morphine will make you feel
(alright)
My coke, speed and beans will keep you up
(all night) i don't care what it is
As long as it's profit in my pocket
I'mma keep the pop up the jar
So I can rock it
That little bag you shake dog
You need to toss it
Cause just one hit from my split
Will leave you lost as shit
So step into my office
I got assorted amounts no nicks or dimes
I don’t fuck with less than a quarter ounce
The tweak is what you seek
And you need it from the man
No front straight up cash
And that’s 65 a gram
Goddamn I'm tellin' you I've
Got master's in hustle
Quailty over quantity
My highs are never suddle
So and whatever else that I got
Just remeber to bring cash
Cause there ain't no pawn shop
Let me know, we'll get blowed
I got everything you need
Lot's of dro, lines of coke
Even ecstasy and speed hydroco done and blow
Hennessy and LSD
You might convulse on the floor
But baby I got what you need
That's right, I got what you need
And if I don't have it
Saint Sinna is only one phone call
(Give me a phone number)
Saint Sinna is only IM message away
I will get the Saint, and we will get you
What you need
Tell you that drugs
Are very profitable because of your children
Somebody tell em I got the potion
They smell it ‘fore they even
Get the cellophane open
Blow that got em on the floor in convulsions
Mouth lookin' like it's full
Foam from the oceans
Xanax and bars, if you panic and pause
Pop one of us (and slow it down a little bit)
Speeding little rocks if you're
Runnin' from the cops chop it up, chop
(and speed it up a little bit)
Lortabs for your pain
Don't take more than you gotta take
Cause you're be so mellow
You can't concentrate
Sad but true, get a bag from Grew
If you want your eyes lookin'
Like a japanese dude
Then hit up my celly and I
Gon' get you that immediately
Quickly hit me in a jiffy
If you need a sticky
Days before dazin' and blaz in a daze
Amazed by the haze
That your lungs are inhaling
Let me know, we'll get blowed
I got everything you need
Lot's of dro, lines of coke
Even ecstasy and speed hydroco done and blow
Hennessy and LSD
You might convulse on the floor
But baby I got what you need
What you need motherfucker?
I got every topic or product
Just lean your seat in
I bet I got you narcotic my weed
Opium and morphine will make you feel
(alright)
My coke, speed and beans will keep you up
(all night) i don't care what it is
As long as it's profit in my pocket
I'mma keep the pop up the jar
So I can rock it
That little bag you shake dog
You need to toss it
Cause just one hit from my split
Will leave you lost as shit
So step into my office
I got assorted amounts no nicks or dimes
I don’t fuck with less than a quarter ounce
The tweak is what you seek
And you need it from the man
No front straight up cash
And that’s 65 a gram
Goddamn I'm tellin' you I've
Got master's in hustle
Quailty over quantity
My highs are never suddle
So and whatever else that I got
Just remeber to bring cash
Cause there ain't no pawn shop
Let me know, we'll get blowed
I got everything you need
Lot's of dro, lines of coke
Even ecstasy and speed hydroco done and blow
Hennessy and LSD
You might convulse on the floor
But baby I got what you need
That's right, I got what you need
And if I don't have it
Saint Sinna is only one phone call
(Give me a phone number)
Saint Sinna is only IM message away
I will get the Saint, and we will get you
What you need