Correction Lyrics What You Want by Nyck Caution

Featuring(s) : Gashi

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Lyrics

[GASHI]
Runnin' out of time, runnin' out of patience
What you really need? Skip the fake conversation
Tell me what you want, want, want
Tell me what you want, want

[Nyck Caution]
What you really want from a man like me? (Yeah)
Talkin' off my ear very impolitely (Shut up)
Shit that I peep scrolling through your IG (Hmm)
Doesn't really match with the guy that I see (Facts) Uh, uh
(We should do a record, yo, I got this nice beat)
You want something from me but got nothing I need (What?)
We are not cool, y'all do not know C (Yeah)
Only make moves for the bros in Pro-Ds, please (Yeah)
Go to sleep like CM Punk
Sometimes you gotta lead a brand 'cause the GM sucks (For real)
I rep the fam', always defend us
And if y'all wanna go to war (Yeah), we send luck
I'm ridin' off the energy, I feel like Elon Musk
They gassed up, let's take a bet to see where he ends up
I think you drank too much mimosa at your weekend brunch
You weak bitch, we don't listen to your weak-ass stuff
See that he act tough, you a dumb fraud (Fraud)
I put a ski mask up and leave you slumped, God (Bah), yeah
Look me in the face, y'all rookies in the race
Playin' hooky with your crap, you will never graduate
Shut the f*ck up

Yeah, so I-I'm just really tryna build with you, organically
I love your sound
Yeah, I know you need this, I know you need that, bruh
Look, if you could just get on a feature
I really don't give a f*ck, my G (Ah, ah)

[GASHI (Nyck Caution)]
Runnin' out of time (Time), runnin' out of patience
What you really need? Skip the fake conversation
Tell me what you want, want, want (Want)
Tell me what you want, want, want (What you really want)
I'm runnin' out of time (Time), runnin' out of patience
What you really need? Skip the fake conversation
Tell me what you want, want, want (What you really want)
Tell me what you want, want, want (What you really want)
Runnin' out of time (Time), runnin' out of patience
What you really need? Skip the fake conversation
Tell me what you want, want, want
Tell me what you want, want, want

[Nyck Caution]
We need this and we need that
We need a hit, we need the old vibe that you bring back
We need you to be a slave to the music that you make
We need you to be the voice that's pavin' the way
What we don't need is you to be different than the guy
That was seventeen, signed and recorded "School High"
'90s era golden age, we don't want the flow to change
Make the same song, collect, then you die
Don't forget the check comes every couple months
Not for much, but it's somethin' just to keep the fridge stuffed
We don't wanna hear about your private life, we just want the
Punchlines, metaphors, flows that show you rhymin' nice
f*ck how you feel, it's about the appeal
If it isn't what we want, then this shit isn't real
Dyin' for some new music, then it drops for a week
Judgin' everybody's work over first-week sales
Then a month goes by, my, look at the signs
Twenty other albums dropped in that matter of time
Ten thousand plus hours tryna work on your grind
While Cole Bennett made a star for the thirteenth time
That's no shade, just drink the lemonade (Yeah)
People hate you for the same things they love, it's just packaged another way (Facts)
Anywhere but here, I'm just plottin' my getaway
'Cause I won't give you what you want, so I'm

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