Sonny Digital - Need lyrics

We turnt up, we turnt up [Verse 1 - Gucci Mane] I used to smack this ho, her name was Skittles Her a** was so fat, it used to jiggle She took one too many skittles, now she limps And I ain't f**ing wit' her no mo' cause she UGH Even back then my diamonds were so BRR Fast forward, they still clear and I'm still here Three O-Z's(ounces) of musty weed, muscatel I cook the dope good, call me Chef Boy-ar-dee Remember back then, they asked me "What you do? Do you got a job? do you go to school?" (nope) I know some kingpins, I know some robbers too (I know a few) The kingpin will rob you man this sh** a foo' Red bottom shoes, give they a** the blues Columbian co-Mexican connection Got a Russian rifle, shoot you while ya' sh**tin' Christian Louboutins on, they piranha skin Guwop [Hook - Gucci Mane] My b**h said she 'bout to leave She said that I don't cater to her needs I got more cars than I need (I got cars) I got more broads than I need (I got hoes too) I'm in the trap screaming "ni**a WHAT YOU NEED?" Bought a Rolex that I don't really need Big smoke with me, the whole pound of weed Big drink with me, the whole pint of lean [Verse 2 - Young Thug] Ever since I signed with Gucci I been back and forth to the hospital I drink that Actavis, your Sprite look like it got Starburst or Skittles Two iPhone 5, p**y n***a, stuff a pill with the k**ers If you've me mad, I'ma come and babysit your little sisters I got that Act- that Act- that Act- that pour it up then I sip I cook that work on Christmas for you, I'm a Pillsbury deal I mix my lean with my Sprite, that's a Pillsbury bill I whip it (Cocaine) I shift it (Cocaine) I get it Them digits Let's get it I got cutie foreign b**hes gettin' it They whip it I shove my a** inside of them Bentley's I ride it I don't make lefts, I only turn on rights I'm back in the Spyder like yikes, my neck full of Christ We gon' boom, boom, boom Ain't no spots or rooms I drop them bands on that Doom And I'm Boosie on Zoom My nick name, "Cocaine Boom" I'm cookin' them coons I don't care none 'bout goin' to prison My children got rooms [Hook out]