Chevy Woods - We Don't Need That lyrics

[Hook x2: Kev Tha Hustla] Telling you a friend of the cops? We don't need that [?] shells in the Glock? We don't need that Telling who's selling you blocks? No we don't need that We don't need that, we don't need that [Verse 1: Smallz Money] What you need come and get it from me I got that white and that gra** I'm from where fiends get they check and take it right to the ave Where hustlers pump blow, and chop up slabs Man I could get you whacked for a brick and a half Hit the booth and put my life on the pad Send my goons to your crib to invade your pad For all your stacks and all them blocks you had If you don't give it up, POW, then pop in a mag Stay fresh, stay popping the tags sh** flip small time, that's what I said You having trouble on the block slanging lil a** bags They can't f** with S bags n***a that's a fact, my guns be action packed Blip, blap, take a nap, it's a rap when I clap you fools Pop eleven in your back like Mac'll do That's what the MAC will do Since I was young I was taught to co*k and shoot [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Ah sh**, they done let him go Loose off the chain choker Now the game's over there's two names to blame soldier Wiz Khalifa, I keep reefer, the chain smoker Change blower, S Money in the Range Rover I told Hustla to give me the word I'ma make these rap motherf**ers give me the Burgh And send shots from the semi to herbs I love to chill in the low key With a bad b**h and an OZ And you don't wanna get heated by the pump One in 16, all I need's a bitty and a blunt Young Khalifa, and I stand by my name From my flow, the streets know me by my name Yeah n***a come and try my aim Bring all of em in I'm on point, like a ball of a pen Plus I'm hot to d**h Got a lot to run but I ain't stopping yet Oc I'm next, grinding til I'm right up at the top of [?] [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Kev Tha Hustla] You dudes flow be wack You should know my flow is that Bang like Terror Squad hustlers Bet we make that Joey Crack Militantly minded, you n***as just be rhyming And we trying to do it, to be in different climates Extended for business get rid of the witness Get mines in the trenches In the gym bag by the benches And don't ever try me cuz you in heavy trouble So look the dezzy muffle When I'm with Heavy Hustle I know you hope I choke But I do the rope a dope Hit you with the OPA scope and knock your apple out your throat You see my fitted co*ked Low when I deliver rocks Heavy like a cinder block n***a you a friend of cops Me never talk to them boys for no reason CO please just show me where I'm sleeping Cuz I would never tell jumpsuit I'm in my cell Put the banger to your face and dog that's on every shell [Hook x2]