Want Me

Fah, fah Fah, fah Fah, fah Fah, fah-fah, fah Hit a nigga up, call it 2Pac She tryna play my song on the boom box I'm in the back and I'm chillin' with two thots Look at that girl like, "Man, that bitch too hot" Shout-out to Autumn, 'cause I got two Glocks (VDV got it) Jumped off the porch, now I'm on the rooftop Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Bad lil' bitch, she givin' me knowledge Shawty real fine and she go to college Might give that girl all the money in my wallet Me and my niggas, you know that we ballin' I brought a 40 and bro brought the MAC in Me and my niggas, yeah, we never lackin' 40 gon' make that boy dance, Michael Jackson Niggas is mad cause the paper I'm stackin' It's gettin' real messy, think I need a napkin Told that boy Millie K, he gon' hand me the MAC-10 No, I'm not a Crip but I get it crackin' If I see your ho, I'ma blow her back in Look at your boy, you know that I'm paper chasin' I'm soundin' like Dami, no reparations Me and my bros goin' on vacation Like Quavo, I can't wait to say that we made it Call me Santana, 'cause I stay on go I'm sorry, bro, I ain't try to steal your flow I'm 4'2" in real life, I stand on my money, I'm 5'2" Yo' ass been talkin', can't wait 'til we find you I stick to yo' ho just like she some fine glue No King Von, but nigga, she mine too