Lil Gnar - Wants and Needs (Drake & Lil Baby Remix) Lyrics


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Painted with purple to match with my syrup

My choppa got titties to match with my girl (skrrt)

Niggas say that they rich but I know that they capping

Draco in the trunk and you bet I’ma blast it

Bank and deposits and clockin’ Dre’s ashes

I’m smashing the gas on the ‘vette, losing traction (skrrt)

Young C.E.O, came a long way from trappin’

They see this my year, I don’t even gotta say it

Fuck with the bros you get stretched in the payment

I’m heating shit up see the sweat on they face (what what)

Call the promoters and tell them to pay me

I hop on the stage and the kid get it ragin’ (what what)

Knock out a nigga, I feel like DaBaby

My next day I’m out so I don’t even know they face

He talking slick got his neck on a shirt

2020, I need twenty a verse

Shoutout to Uzi, I slide with the Uzi

I’m finna go do a drive by out the ‘vert

‘Till I get 24 million I ain’t chilling

My clarity go in the streets and get chilly

I jump in that pussy and stretch it and kill it

Don’t do for feelings that’s just how I work

Bust on her titties, she dripping like fashion

I hop out the ‘ghini and skrt in the Aston

That brand new Aventador sound like a dragon

Got swag like I got the chrome heart on my fabric

Ran up the commas, I’m finna start braggin’

Don’t care bout Corona, I’m rockin’ a mask

Louis V monogram all on my bag

And I bought all my smoke and this shit really potent

Started at the bottom and built me a business

Somebody tell Kanye “I’ll make him a billion”

See I done diamond my shit, got appraises

We rockin’ that fool shit, no we ain’t the same

I don’t talk smoke on the internet

I’m just gon drop a new bag and say “bring me your brain”

Double R truck I don’t bring out that Civic Si

Two out the window, I’m finna make it rain

Walk in the bank and they know me by name

Finna hit wifey and make me a chain

FN it blasted and bullets like pellets

I’m poppin’ my shit, finna put on the gang

Keep my foot on they neck and that shit it Margelia

I saw they face and I kick it with fantasy

He talkin’ shit and he woke up in heaven

Then why not her too man, I been tryna tell you


Trap, got a lot of feens on my line, need the bag

Got a lot of drugs on my mind, goin’ up

Every single day I’m on that grind, feelin’ love

With that came the money’s on my mind, hit the plug

And I ran off every single time, at the spot

Got a lot of feens on my line, need the bag

Got a lot of drugs on my mind, goin’ up

Every single day I’m on that grind


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