They Want It ft. Wesley Rocco, 724x, callmevince & imajinary Lyrics

Balling till the shot drop buzzing like a shot clock

Pull up in the drop-top, bitch

Cooking like a crockpot

Aiming for the tip-top, no we don't flip flop shit

In the zone with every song

Proving all the haters wrong

Bet you never heard no shit like this

Buckle up quick, this be the killswitch

They want it

They want it

They want it

They want it

213 to the 305

Get it so live and get you hype

They want it

They want it

They want it

They want it

213 to the 305

Get it so live and get you hype

Stacking up Benjamins, racking up dividends

Moving so militant, no I'm not innocent

Keeping the wickedness up in my penmanship

I'ma skirt off in that new candy painted whip

Intricate lyricist, know that you feeling this

So dope don't know what my ceiling is

Been the best, I must confess, don't break a sweat

Running through all these hoes and checks, I been next

Feel it in your spirit when I hit it on a track

Every single minute make you fear when I attack

Staying independent, putting Texas on the map

Never coming wack like these mainstream cats

Pussies, rats, and rodents

Exterminate foes and any opponent

Never met a crew with dope this potent

Hope you enjoy it, this is our moment

Balling till the shot drop buzzing like a shot clock

Pull up in the drop-top, bitch

Cooking like a crockpot

Aiming for the tip-top, no we don't flip flop shit

In the zone with every song

Proving all the haters wrong

Bet you never heard no shit like this

Buckle up quick, this be the kill switch

They want it

They want it

They want it

They want it

213 to the 305

Get it so live and get you hype

They want it

They want it

They want it

They want it

213 to the 305

Get it so live and get you hype

Hitting it

Duff with thirty-two bricks in it

All my tracks smell like shit in it

Cause I be talking my shit in it

Dirty flow, yes I'm Flinting it

Drip like a number one pick in it

But I'm never throwing no pick in it

Eating beats like a picnic

Haters better put a zip in it

Or on it, you want it

That is not the move if I'm honest

You could bring your crew if you wanted

I'll wrap your shit up tighter than a bonnet

The hook will have you hooked like it was phonics

The verses written cursive like a sonnet

I'm off the Bailey's, Halleys, like a comet

I'm dashing on you haters like I'm Sonic

Balling till the shot drop buzzing like a shot clock

Pull up in the drop-top, bitch

Cooking like a crockpot

Aiming for the tip-top, no we don't flip flop shit

In the zone with every song

Proving all the haters wrong

Bet you never heard no shit like this

Buckle up quick, this be the killswitch

They want it

They want it

They want it

They want it

213 to the 305

Get it so live and get you hype

They want it

They want it

They want it

They want it

213 to the 305

Get it so live and get you hype

They want it

Y'all want it

She want it

I got it

I'm soarin'

I'm up and above, she flying on top of my cockpit

No stalling

I floor it, it's roaring

No I ain't ignorant just honest

The button

I press it, destressing

I'm feeling so blessed from the chronic

Penny to dollars

Balling on em got those pennies the hardaway

I ain't really tryna get it no other way

I was talking with my brother the other day

Told me he saw how I love what I'm doing

They really can't seem to keep up with my moves

Feet on the gas till they kicking right through it

I get her whatever, she picky and choosy

Make us a movie

I bend it down

Said you want a new friend, let me get my phone

Pretty sure y'all will get along

Got a bone and these bitches be chewing

I can't stay in my city long

All these late nights I'm missing focus

No I can't hit it any longer

I'll be gone by tomorrow

I'm going too hard to be falling or losing

Got Dior up on all of my shooters

Just capping I been on my uzi

But I speak to fruition, I got to go get it

I go by the seconds, can't lose em

In control of it all living lucid

Want to take off the roof while we cruising

If it ain't for the money or love of this shit

I'ma do it for Pop, Mac, and Juice