Mxlachi, Smokingskul - I Need That Shit lyrics
[Mxlachi, Smokingskul - I Need That Shit lyrics]
I'ma die by the gun 'cause
I live by the bitch
How you trappin' in the field, you a bitch
Stop cappin' in your songs, hit a l-
(Hit a lick)
White plug sayin' "Don't be a dick"
When I pull up, nigga run you
Pockets, or I'll shoot, nigga
Cause I need that shit
Yeah, I'm with Morty, finna buy some Rick
Sellin' these pounds, nigga
That's a quick flip
I got the pounds, put it on a ship
Glock 19, with extended full clips
How you in the field? Nigga, you don't tote
In middle school, played me as a joke
Tub full of alcohol, let it soak
How you asthmatic but you want the smoke?
You don't love me Mxlachi
I'm finna pull on your block
With the Glock 19 just like the holiday
We finna slide up on your block
With the red and green beam
We got caught, tеll me what you seen
I'm the reason why your hood is a mеme
I stay having bread, nigga, Jimmy Dean
I feel like Goku off a bean
You diabetic nigga, cause you sweet
I put the MAC to a nigga cheek
She suck me up, cause she know I'm elite
Green bean to his head, he a freak
AR-15 full him out like yoga
Green hollow tips, turn that nigga Yoda
Thought he had percs, gave that nigga Boba
He stealin' my flow, made it mediocre
Pull up on a opp, act like I'm an Uber
He say he a star, he a goofy goober
I am not a GD, Larry Hoover
This clip don't jam
We don't shoot no bloopers
Yeah, have you seen a nigga
Servin' at Wall Street?
Have you went hand to hand in a car-seat
Dread head, shoot a clown in a Mase'
Plaid Louis belt, I don't do karate
Yeah, saw that nigga, and he flipped
That nigga Gunna, how he tip
I keep a stick on me, like a pickle
I'm off a blue chew, I ain't livin'
I'm making plays, I can't even go home
Slide on your block, nigga, with a big chrome
Hit in his head, now he got a syndrome
Aye lil' bitch nigga, watch your tone
Trap making noise, nigga, like a tome
When I got mad, choppa made a tone
That ain't real gas, tell by the tone
They couldn't hear me, so I upped my tone
40 on me, niggas know I'ma up that
I quit my job, told that nigga fuck that
Who you gon' shoot, nigga, I'ma bust back
Oh you want some weed, nigga, I'ma drug that
I live by the bitch
How you trappin' in the field, you a bitch
Stop cappin' in your songs, hit a l-
(Hit a lick)
White plug sayin' "Don't be a dick"
When I pull up, nigga run you
Pockets, or I'll shoot, nigga
Cause I need that shit
Yeah, I'm with Morty, finna buy some Rick
Sellin' these pounds, nigga
That's a quick flip
I got the pounds, put it on a ship
Glock 19, with extended full clips
How you in the field? Nigga, you don't tote
In middle school, played me as a joke
Tub full of alcohol, let it soak
How you asthmatic but you want the smoke?
You don't love me Mxlachi
I'm finna pull on your block
With the Glock 19 just like the holiday
We finna slide up on your block
With the red and green beam
We got caught, tеll me what you seen
I'm the reason why your hood is a mеme
I stay having bread, nigga, Jimmy Dean
I feel like Goku off a bean
You diabetic nigga, cause you sweet
I put the MAC to a nigga cheek
She suck me up, cause she know I'm elite
Green bean to his head, he a freak
AR-15 full him out like yoga
Green hollow tips, turn that nigga Yoda
Thought he had percs, gave that nigga Boba
He stealin' my flow, made it mediocre
Pull up on a opp, act like I'm an Uber
He say he a star, he a goofy goober
I am not a GD, Larry Hoover
This clip don't jam
We don't shoot no bloopers
Yeah, have you seen a nigga
Servin' at Wall Street?
Have you went hand to hand in a car-seat
Dread head, shoot a clown in a Mase'
Plaid Louis belt, I don't do karate
Yeah, saw that nigga, and he flipped
That nigga Gunna, how he tip
I keep a stick on me, like a pickle
I'm off a blue chew, I ain't livin'
I'm making plays, I can't even go home
Slide on your block, nigga, with a big chrome
Hit in his head, now he got a syndrome
Aye lil' bitch nigga, watch your tone
Trap making noise, nigga, like a tome
When I got mad, choppa made a tone
That ain't real gas, tell by the tone
They couldn't hear me, so I upped my tone
40 on me, niggas know I'ma up that
I quit my job, told that nigga fuck that
Who you gon' shoot, nigga, I'ma bust back
Oh you want some weed, nigga, I'ma drug that