Who Want it Lyrics

I've been lurking on that bitch all week, can't get no sleep

Uh-huh, know this ain't for the weak, but I do it with ease

It's the time, nah, for real, nigga, feel like he did thang

Shit, what's happening? We gon' see about him

Pass my boy the toy, she tryna score, they can't receive it to him

Riding down collars in Dior, that nigga teasing on him

Back door, this big dog for some little shit, cause he ain't feeding on him

We gon' cut his wrist off on that lil' bitch and get him at them Tim's

Take his hood and wind it down and fuck on film

Real rancher, that ho a fuck your dad, remind me of Lil' Kim

Talking all this shit from over there, he got us lurking on him

This bitch debate this cake, he don't even know it and she don't even care

She like, what's the price, I ain't playing fair

You talking nice, we get it though, we'll do it tonight

Just change the hat, just make it quick and leave him right

Matter of fact, I might whack her too, she like, hell nah, I never take

This is my baby, dude, I know the rules, I will fuck you and just check his ass

I work with real killers, he'll make your picture a pearl

Shaking hands with all the drug dealers

My mama been a wealth, sorry mama

Niggas hating on the sideline, but she ain't never been on this team

I'm talking Ben Ford, nigga, F.T. White, been tatted since I was a teen

And all them crosses, get your beans, and all these losses made the king

I'm in the loft where I'm not seen, but all my youngins still creeping

I'm the one, trying to get on demon time, free dueling, he ain't doing

Gotta keep a toolie to the finish line

While your crazy bitch stay in my mix, but don't respect the grind

Think she all lit, but really shit, there's no amount of balance

Bet they block like three times, and these niggas just go keep high

You can see the feet signs, on the trail trying to delete one

Go behind the wall, he's staying tall, talking shit like a poking pine

Made his whole team pay the fine, yeah, I'm about mine

We don't like them, they don't like me

As we can all see, tell them little niggas stop calling

She get off the pills and turn ill, then they all pay

Football's an addict, she get active, she sucking all week

Talking all this shit on Instagram, the guy that's lurking on one

Damn, I went to school with that little boy, still gon' get him done

They know we got bigger guns, they smacking him down, they did it for fun

Now who on the turn, throw smoke in the air, we ready to hunt

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