Need Dat More Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Got blood on my hands, but I need that more
Swerving too much and I feel too sore
I'm stacking my bands I don't feel too more
I'm ghosting your calls, don't knock on my door
I'm fuckin yo grandma yo momma a whore
Your sister, your daughter, your bloodline a bore
Your riches, your bitches, I cant do no more
Your tities, your biddies, I need that shit more
Yeah eh, I need that shit more
Yeah eh, I need that shit more
Yeah eh, I need that shit more
Yeah eh, I need that shit more
Yeah eh, I need that shit more
Yeah eh, I need that shit more
Yeah eh, I need that shit more
Yeah eh, I need that shit more
Yeah eh
Im fucking that bitch and im leaving
Im taking her card and im thieving
Your girl on my ass, she receiving
Got hits in the bag, best believe it
She's texting, she's begging, she's pleading
I'm cruising, I'm moving, I'm leading
No stressin', no restin', im speeding
Yeah eh, Uh
I'm sliding through quick, then I'm dipping
I'm grabbing that cash, never slipping
Your girl in my DMs, she tripping
Got moves in the game, no skipping
She's calling, she's hoping, she's wishing
I'm flexing, I'm next, no dismissing
No slowing, just going, no quitting
I'm stacking, I'm racking, no missing, uh
Got you in a twist, we boutta get dizzy
Bed head so bad im finna get frizzy
Spinnin' so fast, the room gettin' fizzy
She playin' it cool, she missin' me busy
Got blood on my hands, but I need that more
Swerving too much and I feel too sore
I'm stacking my bands I don't feel too more
I'm ghosting your calls, don't knock on my door
I'm fuckin yo grandma yo momma a whore
Your sister, your daughter, your bloodline a bore
Your riches, your bitches, I cant do no more
Your tities, your biddies, I need that shit more
Yeah eh, I need that shit more
Yeah eh, I need that shit more
Yeah eh, I need that shit more
Yeah eh, I need that shit more
Yeah eh, I need that shit more
Yeah eh, I need that shit more
Yeah eh, I need that shit more
Yeah eh, I need that shit more
Yeah eh
Im fucking that bitch and im leaving
Im taking her card and im thieving
Your girl on my ass, she receiving
Got hits in the bag, best believe it
She's texting, she's begging, she's pleading
I'm cruising, I'm moving, I'm leading
No stressin', no restin', im speeding
Yeah eh, Uh
I'm sliding through quick, then I'm dipping
I'm grabbing that cash, never slipping
Your girl in my DMs, she tripping
Got moves in the game, no skipping
She's calling, she's hoping, she's wishing
I'm flexing, I'm next, no dismissing
No slowing, just going, no quitting
I'm stacking, I'm racking, no missing, uh
Got you in a twist, we boutta get dizzy
Bed head so bad im finna get frizzy
Spinnin' so fast, the room gettin' fizzy
She playin' it cool, but she missin' me busy
Yeah eh, I need that shit more
Yeah eh, I need that shit more
Yeah eh, I need that shit more
Yeah eh, I need that shit more
Yeah eh, I need that shit more
Yeah eh, I need that shit more
Yeah eh, I need that shit more
Yeah eh, I need that shit more
Yeah eh, uh, pfft
