What You Want
Verse One
I stay down like the roots do
Direct connect fuck a Bluetooth
I got a bad little Georgia peach
I don't fuck with lemons no LuLu
The money fat
But it’s working out
She got some problems
Trying to twerk them out
And if she got a little brain on her
I could show her how to work her mouth
And I don't fuck with no word of mouth
Cause now a days y'all ludicrous
I hit the bong like a hookah stick
Keep money round me like a Buddha bitch
And I ain’t bout to do no wait
Unless it's the weight that I'm moving with
I seen the way they been acting out
And I don't like that movie script
The doobie lit
This joint on fire
On a roll
Like all four tires
They tried to put a knot around my neck
I been cutting off all those ties
Nowadays I got it zipped up
YKK babe I'm the flyest
I still see hate through your eyes
When you try to hide it
Chorus
What you really want?
I bet you I got it
What you really want?
I bet you I got it
What you really want?
Verse Two
I got on my hustle
And they started falling down
Them fuckers is square
It's obvi they not around
I tell her to king me
And she giving me a crown
I'm out of this world
But I'm here in her little town
Let’s light up the night
I’m all in your face
But I'm still out of sight
I’m hanging loose
But I'm still hella tight
If she don't get cake
Then I get hella Ike
I take it personal
I'm hella Mike
I got the keys
And ain’t none of them white
I never leased a vehicle in life
Just like my bitch
I'm gonna buy
I'm getting richer
Just rhyming my mind
Older I get
Feel like I'm in my prime
Ignore the signs
And you'll get a fine
Look I told you
That I'm gonna shine
You kept on staring
Like that was a lie now you're blind
Loving and hating
They all intertwined
They don't like dicks
But they all into mine
Once you start seeing the way
That the green keep on climbing
You gonna come hop on the vine
Chorus
What you really want?
I bet you I got it
What you really want?
I bet you I got it
What you really want?
Verse Three
I might break a hoe
Just to get my fix
Train my bitches
Like Michael Vick
If she a banger
Then we taking pics
Videos all that shit
I might just make up a lie
And then keep on lying
Til it exists
I know the depth
Of what I commit to
And I know the depth
Of who I commit with
You ain't gotta worry
About a thing
If you missing me
I'm a click away
Off top I put the Bic away
I feel at home
And they been away
I ain't switching up my agenda
I ain't never had a Jenner day
But I run it up just like I'm Bruce
And I run you over just like I'm Kate
Y'all know how I shoot my shot
I'm pulling out that strap quick
And once you see that gun cock
It might be your last dick
All your efforts looking last ditch
I found comfort in the madness
I'm using every instrument I got
To take what I want I'm a bandit
