Icewear Vezzo - Need Me lyrics

[Intro: Icewear Vezzo] Freaky-ass lil' b*tch Tellin' this b*tch She know what we b*tch, you know what time it is Alright, hmm, ayy, ayy (Iced Up Records) [Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo] b*tch, you need me, b*tch, I know you need me, I make sh*t look easy I'm too freezy, never cuff no breezy, I just fu*k and feed 'em fu*k who see me, I get su*ked off G because I'm up on TV Freaky ho, pussy feel like Fiji, I came up off KeKe Way too needy, but she stay on fleeky, I hit that so freely Rollie blingy, I nicknamed her Trina, I'm her ghetto genie So much paper, I just might AP me, b*tch, I'm set for leezy Pour a pint, I sip mud like Weezy, ghetto boy like Peezy Call it quits, then she double back just to throw it back Throw her a sack, I might quartеrback, I got all the racks If she thick, then I might spеnd a check, I fu*k all the rats Thirty thousand stuffed in all my pants, we throw all of that [Chorus: Icewear Vezzo] b*tch, you need me Old ghetto-ass b*tch You know, you keep callin' my phone, b*tch, you know what time it is You know I b*tch, I'm him, I ain't them No, I ain't none of them other ni**as Know how we come for this sh*t, ho b*tch, you need me Freaky-ass b*tch, look Baby daddy keep callin' my phone Better tell that ni**a what we did, old b*tch You outta your mind, yeah, stand up (b*tch, you need me) [Verse 2: Dreezy] Me and my b*tch probably already swept your block, we finessed all the trappers He think he the sh*t 'cause he paid my rent, these ni**as be ballin' backwards My shooters come fire where you post, don't check his post, just call the pastor I don't even wanna claim these hoes as my son, fu*k it, they all ba*tards (I ain't your mama, ho) What we talkin' 'bout? Smoke or the D, I never run from it (Nah) Couple racks, that's hush money Under five hundred, that's lunch money Make him crash out like a stunt dummy This a big body, not a punch buggy If he layin' in my California king the only time I let a ni**a cum for me Lil' gutter, brown bu*ter, cup look like Reeses, and my diamonds pieces Give a fu*k how old the beef, can't talk to me like Wop did Jeezy fu*k I look like askin' for some cash? ni**a, need my own Visa 'Fore a lil' b*tch say my name don't forget Big in front of Dreezy [Chorus: Icewear Vezzo & Dreezy] b*tch, you need me It's Big motherfu*kin' Dreez', ni**a Put some respect on my sh*t I don't even know who the fu*k you thought you was talkin' to anyway Goofy-ass ni**a, extra-ass ni**a I ain't your old ho, fu*k you talkin' 'bout? b*tch, you need me And I don't need sh*t from your ass And any, anything you do for me is a motherfu*kin' privilege, ni**a, remember that You know who the fu*k you with, act like it (Ho, ho) I make you look good, ni**a b*tch, you need me