How Much She Needs Me

(ELI, ELI, ELI, ELI)

Me, I've been duckin' the law for my whole life, had a dream that the fed's got me

My **** sell you a block for the whole price, tryna scheme, it's a dead body

I'm on the streets and I'm duckin' the road lights, I just think it's a fear probably

I'm in the streets and I'm duckin' the low-lifes, you see me and we red-dot 'em

They say me and my twin, we identical

Got these Cartier frames for the better view

I just tear down the bread on the decimals

We don't play 'round, we spray rounds and package it

I got this bitch back in the car and she tellin' me how much she need me

I sold the piff and the crack out the car, mama tellin' me how much she need me

We got the stick in the back of the car when we runnin' this shit up in Neiman's

I brought the racks in D.R., got all of these broads runnin' around in bikinis

I told you this shit extravagant, this shit immaculate, now you believe me

I told you before you packin' it, my **** packin' it, now you believe me

I'm tryna get my lil' bro out the traphouse, told me I can forget it

I had to turn my new home to a crackhouse, I could never forget it

I'm in the mall, I ain't answerin' calls

I'm just drippin' in brand-new baguettes

Couple racks on the fit, nothin' less, huh

And if I ever change, I did for the better

He got a stick

He let it whip, but you **** that both got a Glock with a dick

Perculated, she off of the shit

On her knees and she coughin'

That means she don't do this often

I got a new bitch and she live a boss, no cap, no flodgin'

I been hearin' 'em callin'

See, I just been dodgin' the hits from the devil

I'm not hear to bargain, I'm tryna take it to another level

Shooters in the garden, ballin' on 'em like it's Spalding or some'

Ain't into the talkin', my lil' **** go the hardest, yeah

Me, I've been duckin' the law for my whole life, had a dream that the fed's got me

My **** sell you a block for the whole price, tryna scheme, it's a dead body

I'm on the streets and I'm duckin' the road lights, I just think it's a fear probably

I'm in the streets and I'm duckin' the low-lifes, you see me and we red-dot 'em

They say me and my twin, we identical

Got these Cartier frames for the better view

I just tear down the bread on the decimals

We don't play 'round, we spray rounds and package it

I got this bitch back in the car and she tellin' me how much she need me

I sold the piff and the crack out the car, mama tellin' me how much she need me