Nece$$ity ft. 732nilla Lyrics

Hold up bro my fuckin mom just started fuckin callin' me

Nilla in this bitch

You don't wanna see me off that mother fuckin Hennessey

You either with me or my mother fuckin enemy

Green sticks on me and I ain't mean celery

I be with your bitch and I got her singing melodies

Said I done ran the streets professionally

Said I came up out the dirt tryna build my own legacy

Feds ran down with the felonies

Said I'm out here in the trap moving drugs allegedly

I can see the hate and the jealousy

Screaming fuck 12 fuck the sheriff and the deputy

Gotta stay high like where the heavens be

Gotta keep that 30 on my waist necessity

Please tell your bitch stop texting me

Cuz you don't wanna see what happens when I get her off that ecstasy

Two phones on me like Gregory

Twelve on my dick I can't let them get the best of me

Me and Nilla had them running like a centipede

Pussy want problems turn his brain into my centerpiece

If he touch my money then the mother fucker dead to me

They calling me the cook cuz I'm writing new recipes

Roll me up a blunt

I don't like to drink no Hennessey

Feelin like I should reside in the embassy

Rollin with a vest

Only bullets is offending me

My homie touched the ketamine and turned into my enemy

The Glock is a necessity

I got paranoia I don't want nobody next to me

I've been in the trap posted up just where the felons be

Feeling like I'm Helen Keller when these feds be questioning

Cuz I cannot hear a thing that you mother fuckers telling me

I said sharkys in that mothafuckin booth

Aye

We ain't fuckin with you hoes