What We Want

Doom music, doom music, doom doom doom doom

Yeah baby

It's that big tape

Young Quah, young Quah

Dolla, dolla

Skrilla

You already know

Max B baby

New York city stand up

Harlem

You know we in the game

Yeah, grease

Talk to the game Biggavel'

Let's do it

I got the grand cru, no coat mix

Light an ounce of diesel, come smoke this

I'm focused, got the boy Quah, Dolla

And if you got beef, young boy come and holla

Bullets up in your collar

And nigga we ain't playin' around

If you want beef

Trick will leave you layin' in the ground

Deep shit, to point out bitch

Big dick's up in your mouth bitch

I come like fountains, stop your boutin'

Stop complainin', stop actin' like you got weed

Actin' like you breathe, actin' like

You niggas ain't rappin' right

Don't like hermaphrodites

Daddy I got my braggin' rights

Had the knife, hit the nigga up, left him leakin'

Tweakin', now everyday is a weekend

Did the beacon, did the C73

Ain't no nigga better than me

I can get money in a drought

What you know about the holocaust?

Being black like soy sauce

Barbecue ribs, eat those

Biggaveli he keep clothes

Love a bitch that deep throat, oww

Said we do what we do, and we what we what

7-6'S and Beamers, we stunt we stunt

Be always thorough, me blunts me blunts

Bitches bendin' over, we fucks they cunts

Niggas knowin' we stunt we stunt

Louis, Gucci, the BB we fucks we fucks

Niggas ain't fuckin' with us

You niggas be jealous of the way I walk in the Jeep

Get that money, I'm the talk of the team

The boss of the streets

Look at honey, wanna floss in the V

Hold this, go come talk to the me

Niggas they know I walk with the heat

Shotgun pick a nigga off his feet

Shots, my niggas gon' call police

Cops wanna take me off these streets

But I, I be dippin' and divin'

Runnin' and hidin'

Tryin' to stay clear from the po-po

Still whippin' and ridin'

Flippin' them pies

And before back to the ho no

I'm ahead of my time

Better with rhymes than most of y'all

I'ma get mine, I'm supposed to ball

What the fuck y'all thought I'm supposed to fall?

I do what I do, say what I want

Beef with me, I pop that trunk

You gon' see me pop that pump

You gon' see him drop that one

Roll that blunt, we about to get sky high

Smokin' Max B, Young Quah

Kiss the game goodbye

We make bitches change they mind

We get bitches all the time

But, we ain't never new to this

We true to this

Poppin' tags, got money out the uterus

Oh yeah we do this shit

We don't ask for nothin'

I got money in my pockets

So my attitude is fuck it

Said we do what we do, and we what we what

7-6'S and Beamers, we stunt we stunt

Be always thorough, me blunts me blunts

Bitches bendin' over, we fucks they cunts

Niggas knowin' we stunt we stunt

Louis, Gucci, the BB we fucks we fucks

Niggas ain't fuckin' with us

I'm a goon by nature

Product of my environment

Got niggas movin' out my way like I'm a siren

Hiring, so do you want a job?

Then hop up in my ride

I'ma show you how to grind

Rule one, if you snakes that's a heavy thing

Treat your homies like fam 'cause loyalty is everything

No nonsense, and I'll send thirty shots

At a nigga like a three point contest

I just rhyme best

You just depressed

Stressin' over a bitch, she cross town gettin' sex

Nigga I grip the Tec-9, it had thirty two shots

Me and my goon hit thirty two blocks

You rollin' or not?

No time for procrastinatin'

The bar's tough, but my grind's so fascinatin'

I cut that shit, back that shit

That's how I make ends meet

Hit my nigga Dolla, he comin' through in a Panzy

Said we do what we do, and we what we what

7-6'S and Beamers, we stunt we stunt

Be always thorough, me blunts me blunts

Bitches bendin' over, we fucks they cunts

Niggas knowin' we stunt we stunt

Louis, Gucci, the BB we fucks we fucks

Niggas ain't fuckin' with us