[Intro: Spice Girls]
I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want
So tell me what you want, what you really really want
I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want
So tell me what you want, what you really really want
I wanna (Hey!), I wanna (Hey!), I wanna (Hey!), I wanna (Hey!)
[Verse 1: Yung Boi Rob]
Brand new Glock with a thirty clip, hangin' out that bitch nigga
I don't really even like to talk my shit nigga, but yeah I'm lit nigga
Gang scrapin' out the pot, it ain't grits nigga
Yellow diamonds on my chain, look like piss nigga
C.T.M., hitmakin'
Oh that's yo bitch Lil nigga, now yo bitch takin'
Break, now yo bitch breakin'
Everything I say, yeah its facts I don't like fakin'
Oh you like that hard shit, go and take pavement
See the future in my eyes, I am not raven
Money fall like leaves, we is not rakin'
Brody play with white shit he is not slavin'
Haha, ion' even think you get that
Oh, yo breaf stank? why don't you go grab a tic tac
Nick, knack, paddywhack, give a dog a bone
I give yo bitch a bone, while she chillin' at her home
She don't even really like you, she be fakin' when she moan
And you know that she don't like you, boy you know that shit is raw
You need to quit it
I smoke a nigga like a cigarette, that's how I'm livin'
You niggas actin' like some kids, you some children
I'm tryna touch a bill nigga, fuck a million
Stay down till you come up, yeah, I feel it
My brother mosey on the beat, he one of the realest, for real
I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want
So tell me what you want, what you really really want
I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want
So tell me what you want, what you really really want
I wanna (Hey!), I wanna (Hey!), I wanna (Hey!), I wanna (Hey!)
[Verse 1: Yung Boi Rob]
Brand new Glock with a thirty clip, hangin' out that bitch nigga
I don't really even like to talk my shit nigga, but yeah I'm lit nigga
Gang scrapin' out the pot, it ain't grits nigga
Yellow diamonds on my chain, look like piss nigga
C.T.M., hitmakin'
Oh that's yo bitch Lil nigga, now yo bitch takin'
Break, now yo bitch breakin'
Everything I say, yeah its facts I don't like fakin'
Oh you like that hard shit, go and take pavement
See the future in my eyes, I am not raven
Money fall like leaves, we is not rakin'
Brody play with white shit he is not slavin'
Haha, ion' even think you get that
Oh, yo breaf stank? why don't you go grab a tic tac
Nick, knack, paddywhack, give a dog a bone
I give yo bitch a bone, while she chillin' at her home
She don't even really like you, she be fakin' when she moan
And you know that she don't like you, boy you know that shit is raw
You need to quit it
I smoke a nigga like a cigarette, that's how I'm livin'
You niggas actin' like some kids, you some children
I'm tryna touch a bill nigga, fuck a million
Stay down till you come up, yeah, I feel it
My brother mosey on the beat, he one of the realest, for real
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