Need4Speed Lyrics – Chuckyy

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[Intro]
Yeah
SRT, still rich and thugging, you know how the fu*k we rocking, man
Probably beating up a n!gga block, yeah, it ain’t s*it
I rap, but I’ll still get out
I ain’t gotta prove no point, all them n!ggas dead, ayy
Uh
Just bail out Drac’, uh, uh, uh, Drac’
I’m gonna go and bail out with Drac’, uh, gang

[Verse]
Driving a dangerous amount of speed, feeling like Lucki, he dump off lean (Off lean)

All my hoes come two a piece just like my kicks and my Amiri jeans
Get the lo’, then we creeping up on him, we ain’t tryna talk, there ain’t such a thing (Rrah-rrah-rrah-rrah)
Uh, whoever said the Glock ain’t come with none of that, now this b!tch got a stick and beam
Bail out the back, know we making a scene (Rrah), uh, left his s*it swell like a pumpkin
Switch gang, we ain’t doing no tussling, shots let off, now them fu*k boys running
I’ma stack every dollar and kill every man in the way, this s*it ain’t ’bout nothing
Uh, Chuckyy came from nothing (You know that)
Uh, for real, facts (Facts)
Mama birthday, I gave her the racks (The racks)
Next month, I’ma cop her a ‘Lac (Skrrt)
Eighteen, bought my own Scat Pack, me and lil’ cuz just hop and snatch him
Uh, I tweaked and my whole life changed, I think I’m in love with a dancer
Got a b!tch and, yeah, I stamp it, she pretty as fu*k, she calling me handsome
Uh, thick b!tch tryna have my child, I met her at Smurk show, body scream tap her (Okay)
Glock 40 give a n!gga his wings, let it off, go—, that’s why they can’t stand me
That’s why I moved out of the ‘Raq, gotta steady watch over my back
Put I ain’t never duck no rec, when I land in the ‘Raq, still post where I’m at (No bap)
N!gga move wrong, he get stretched (Bah)
All I gotta do is send a text (Where you at?)
All I gotta do is make a call (Brr)
Like a pill, n!gga get dissolved (Brr, brr)
Something swept, I’m chilling with my dogs (Gang)
Gotta have a pour of drink in tall (Gang)
My money like eighty long (Eighty)
Go deep in a Tom Brady all (Uh)

Uh, drown in the cup, b!tch, Chuckyy the tweaker, these lil’ n!ggas lost in the sauce (Gang)
They be like, “How the fu*k you be dealing with hate?” I don’t care, I be brushing ’em off (Hater)
Why God made that happen? (Happen)
I did it all by myself (By myself)
Turnt up, I don’t need no help (Uh-uh)
I’m tryna get more money for my wealth (Uh-huh)
Uh, these n!ggas broke on the block all day, need to go get a shelter
Uh, when I first came in, fell in love with the 9s, blew a 10 and I can’t help it (Come here)
Yep, you know I kept it
Glock 20 my favorite preference (Uh)
No matter what, I got leverage
He stutter stepping (Come here)
Sent the verse, he should’ve kept it
Nothing but hit records (Uh)
Everything I do is treasure
That’s why n!ggas want my melon (You know that)
But I’ma hit the cantaloupe (Ew)
Leave a fu*k n!gga brain like peppers
He dead on the ground, can’t get up, we leave s*it spanked, poor boys getting teared up

[Outro]
Y’all always getting teared up
Mm-mm, a standoff
Police pulled up, but we sped off
Mm-mm-mm, on foenem
Mm-mm-mm, on foenem
Mm-mm, a standoff
Police pulled up, but we sped off
Fu*k boy, we can have a standoff
N!ggas gon’ shot, but got no stamina