DON'T NEED U (feat. Acid Souljah) - Smoke Supreme & Rx Papi: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Smoke Supreme & Rx Papi

DON'T NEED U (feat. Acid Souljah)

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Hip-Hop/Rap

DON'T NEED U (feat. Acid Souljah) was released on April 26, 2025 by MAJOR SMOKE RECORDS as a part of the album WALGREENS RECEIPT

Song Details

AlbumWALGREENS RECEIPT

Release DateApril 26, 2025

LabelMAJOR SMOKE RECORDS

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM75

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Rx Papi

Rap

Smoke Supreme

Rap

Acid Souljah

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Connor Robert Maxwell

Connor Robert Maxwell

Songwriter

chester roscoe

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Smoke Supreme

Recording Supervisor

Lyrics

(To my cut, man, to my cut, to my cut)

(To my motherfuckin' cut)

(To my motherfuckin' cut)

It's the dawg (it's my fuckin' dawg)

I'm in L.A. tryna buy La Croix

Eighty-five hundred, I'm gettin' the box

AP all white on the rocks

With a thick bitch, really like her a lot

Got a bag full of men, that ain't no Zod

Bitch tryna figure out how much money I got

My left wrist look like I do stocks

I just left Pedro at the dock

Fifteen thousand for twelve bars

She just geeked up 'cause she crewin' with stars

Real cups locked up now with a shank

All you wanna do is stab a **** in the yard

V-Tub motor, it shake the block

That guap, we don't play or buy

Lil' cup bounce high, then take it down

What I'm smokin' on very loud

These hoes gettin' very wild

She where she need air time

Brown and cream Benz

Pull up on that bitch in the black and mild

Can't come to the trap 'less they patch her down

I just brought the pack in time

I'm ballin', you're outta bounds

We gon' pull up and air it out

Broke his **** with hand-me-downs

My old bitch, she can't stand me now

When I pull up, I got the grams and that money

I hand it out, so much cash, took her family out

I'm that ****, she can't go out

I'm that **** they know about

Get behind me, then throw it out

That shit pervy, it's light and quick

I be fly, talk a lot of shit

Tell your BM get off my dick

Mr. Pivot, don't stop this shit

Hollow hit you, they hidin' shit

Pivot ballin' on NBA

Forty thousand through TSA

I got bitches like TSA

I lift your boys up, come see me flex

I'm in and out of CVS

This lil' bitch never seen a jet

Fuck a Lotus, I need a vet

Pivot crank it like Ron Altese

Pull up shootin', hit number net

Pivot don't got no jumpa, bitch

Throw my J on, I'm turnin' the heat

I wake up and get fresh as shit

Told your ho to come suck my dick

I just served her a bag of Snips

Bitch, don't ask me what time it is

High and low, tryna find the tris

Hoppy need him a pint to sip

Got my bitch tryna scam a trick

Money bitch, we need all of it

Pounds of lows, that's a easy flip

You got pills, let me see the script

Gotta die for the opiates

Off of Perc, flowin' like a bitch

True pants, you can see the stitch

No, I ain't stressin' 'bout a bitch

I just score me a batter bitch

I just bought me a Batter's hit

Got Master P, 'bout to buy the bitch

Got my shooters, they wildin', bitch

Groupie want me to sign her tits

If I do, my bitch throw a fit

I'm high as fuck, I might candy flip

Hunnid Xanax, I'm 'bout to flip

Bean got my heart, 'bout to flip

Used to lean, that shit counterfeit

Amiri pants, this shit barely fit

Balenciagas, they barely fit

I'm gated up, I can barely sit

Packed, bustin' up, 'bout to sip

I scored the pint, I'ma take a sip

I'm three Percs, now I'm feelin' sick

Bad bitch and she 'bout to strip

I'm 'bout to bust a nut on her lips

She was hungry, I gave her dick

Bought my tape, now the single's skipped

In these streets, you gon' sink or swim

Bitch, I'm ballin' or butterin'

Bitch, I'm trappin' to pay my rent

I'm sleepin' inside a tent

Plug said he gon' slide a tent

Should I buy a Porsche or a Benz?

Told your bitch she could bring her friends

See me shinin' in every lens

Bitch, my outfit be settin' trends

Servin' work, tryna dodge the feds

Chest hurt, need to take my meds

This bitch callin' me for some meds

Told that bitch, "Don't you call again"

Sent her number off to my friends

Poppin' smoke in the monkey

Pissed on the neck broke lil' funky bitch

I'm just shoppin' like Comic-Gang

Poppin' change, do no fumblin'

I'm in L.A., I'm off the shit

This lil' bitch can't stay off my dick

Got a rich bitch out in the Bay

This lil' hoe pay me how she weigh

Leave them trips, want them free

Lil' Lays got a crib if I move to state

When I pull up, she'll see the face

Pockets bust when I leave the bank

She tell me I'm her everything

But she still can't get wet and ring

These lil' **** move very strange

But you know I see everything

Said your trap don't believe you

And coupes how I speed through

This bitch keep snatchin' on me

Tryna rip my EVs loose

House like a cathedral

Poppy for the people

I cut her off and kick her to the curb

I don't need you

Told that bitch I don't need you

Gucci frames, I can't see you

Mary G's, no Ibizu

Told the plug I need three for two

Turned 900 to 32

Sold your boyfriend a bag of blues

Bullshit poppin' up out the blue

One false move and I'm 'bout to shoot

Phone ring, who the fuck is you?

Be gone ape like a fuckin' zoo

Ask your bitch what she wanna do

Gotta play the narcotics

Got thirty G's in my pocket

All smokey, think 'bout his profit

Just copped ten P's of exotic

You need a plug, I'm the socket

I'm takin' off like a rocket

Be broke shit, then I block it

If ain't 'bout money, I ain't tryna talk

Still got like fifty P's in the vault

Thumbed through twenty bands, now I'm tryna ball

I remember servin' Xans in the halls

Let money talk and bullshit walk

Got a new bitch, watch the old ho stalk

Fuck my ex-bitch, I love my new bitch

I'm her ex-girl, I wanna have sex, bitch

She wanna fuck me 'cause I'm really basic shit

She wanna fuck me 'cause I'm comin' up quick

I ain't gonna cash out on a broke bitch

I used to be the type that would finesse you on some ho shit

Don't make me go back to my old shit

If we got sticks, we ain't finna post it

I'm steppin' outside in an all-bake fit

Bape jacket, I look like the Bapeman

I ain't finna touch you, I'm finna have my lil' bro

Beat your ass, he on a fake Xan

If I don't like you, I might rob you for like one 'Gram

Your bitch ugly and she got all holy fans

At the label meeting, I'm like, "I need a hundred million in advance"

She tryna fuck me, I'm with the team, bring your friends

I ain't gon' lie, the only thing I think about is bein' an ass

Our haters broke as fuck, takin' pills that be pressed

Order 66, sell your soul to B&S

I love when people buy my music, it give me energy

She wanted 69, I ain't with that

I'm on a higher plane, I'm tryna 33

And if I speak my truth, they finna murder me

Sometimes I feel like my ex-bitch put a curse on me

But I still be goin' up, so it ain't work on me

She said that she wanna take a perc with me

I said, "Wait, hold up, you need to act more like a woman

That ain't misogynistic, you just need to act more ladylike"

You sippin' lean and takin' fake Percs

So you might as well be a guy

I ain't gon' lie, sometimes I say shit that be kinda fried

That's why my haters want me to die

I be spazzin' off the beat and I don't gotta try

I won't do no anal, bitch, so back up your behind

I know I'm goin' up, I can see the stars align

I be so bass and I be so divine

Written by: Connor Robert Maxwell, chester roscoe

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