Lil Gnar - Wants and Needs lyrics

[Intro] One Take DD [Verse] Painted with purple to match with my syrup My choppa got titties to match with my girl (skrrt) ni**as 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 fu*k with the bros you get stretched in the payment I’m heating sh*t 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 ni**a, 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 sh*t 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 sh*t, got appraises We rockin’ that fool sh*t, 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 sh*t, finna put on the gang Keep my foot on they neck and that sh*t it Margelia I saw they face and I kick it with fantasy He talkin’ sh*t and he woke up in heaven Then why not her too man, I been tryna tell you [Chorus] 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 [Outro] Pull up