I Need More

(album: TrapStar Turnt PopStar - 2019)

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Girl you can't flex, you know your ex ain't on my level
Yeah

He can fuck you good, but I can fuck you better (Yeah)
Girl you can't flex, you know your ex ain't on my level
This shit keep coming, I keep hunnids on my schedule
Had to risk my life to get this ice all on my bezel

Pockets swole (But I need more)
Wrist on froze (But I need more)
Copped the Rolls (But I need more)

Yeah
Who would have ever thought I would be here
Sitting and rapping and making these millions
When I was just posing up all on the block
I was trapping right in front of them buildings
My momma said boy you keep stressing me out
Too caught up in these streets, they gon' kill you
And she put me right out in the streets
When she said I would die, no I ain't got no feelings
Drop the top, no I ain't got no ceilings
I got my Glock when I walk in the building
Got a bad bitch and she when I'm coming
She know I'm one hundred, she know I'm the realest
I get a check, she help me count it up
All of these hundreds, yeah we add it up
We be just popping them tags, yeah
I don't give a fuck what your dad say? haha
You was fucking all those lames
Fucking all them lames way before you met me
But you know they ain't better than me
They ain't fucking that check up like me
Don't get that pussy wetter than me
Yeah, them niggas ain't flexing like me
I'm the one that invest in your goals
Keep it real girl, you already know

He can fuck you good, but I can fuck you better (Yeah)
Girl you can't flex, you know your ex ain't on my level
This shit keep coming, I keep hunnids on my schedule
Had to risk my life to get this ice all on my bezel

Pockets swole (But I need more)
Wrist on froze (But I need more)
Copped the Rolls (But I need more)

Yeah
But I need more

All these niggas, they hating us
All of these bitches they hating us
Bullets see all different flavors
Gucci in all diffrent flavors
When we be fucking, I beat that shit down
You be screaming so loud wake your neighbors
I hit it good, you say daddy so good
I swear I need that right when I'm waking up
Get you a bust down, young nigga up now
I just my go by that Lambo' (Truck now)
All of these bad lil bitches want (Fuck now)
We caught an opp outta bounce after (Sun down)
Brr, brr, brr I still pull up with the stick
My lil bitch she super thick
Give me that pussy now she lit
I put that ice on her wrist
I got her pulling up in all them foreign
Fuck that lil lame nigga he was boring
We he had you he didn't know what he was doing
I'm the one that invest in you goals
I'm the one put that dick your soul
Keep it real girl you already know

He can fuck you good, but I can fuck you better (Yeah)
Girl you can't flex, you know your ex ain't on my level
This shit keep coming, I keep hunnids on my schedule
Had to risk my life to get this ice all on my bezel

Pockets swole (But I need more)
Wrist on froze (But I need more)
Copped the Rolls (But I need more)

Yeah
But I need more

(He didn't know what he was doing)