Correction Lyrics Whatchu Need by Rio Da Yung OG & Nuez

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Oh yeah
Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n***a
This sh*t on the floor
Alright
What you need?
What you need, what you need, n***a?
What you need, n***a?
What you need, what you need, n***a?
Ayy

I'm the hood pharmacist, tell me what you need
OxyContin, Percs, I don't f**k with weed
What you need, a lil' lean?
Hit my phone, n***a
Hit my phone, you know I'm f**kin' with them beans too
B*t*h, I got a doctor plug, I don't need you
Hit him in his head with the K, now it's see-through
How many Percs you 'bout to eat? Sh*t, I need two
Oh, your mama smoke dope? I'm a fiend too
Vision blurry, words slurry, that's what lean do
I'm really f**ked up in the head, I know I seem cool
B*t*h, I'll kill the whole world, now it's just me and you
Got a real plug on the 'bows, he Hebrew
My n***a ate a plate in my face, I wanna eat too
You know your mans a rat and you still with him, you might be one too
Whole pint of Wockhardt gone, it's just me and Lou
Ten milli' on my hip, I can kill a cop
Gucci raincoat on, I ain't feel a drop
How the f**k this whole eight gone and it's just 6 o'clock?
I know you seen me with that AP thang on, but this a different watch
Tremendous aim, dog upped his strap, got the pistol shot
N***a, you ain't never dropped sh*t, you just pimple pop
Okay, that OxyContin 30 kickin' in, I can sip now
200K in blues on me now, I'm a Crip now
Used to have to go in on a bag, but I'm rich now
Every week, got a thousand blues gettin' sent out
The prosecutor racist than a b*t*h, I'm finna flip out
Ridin' in a Scat', lookin' for the opps, we just seen one and flipped out
When I'm in my feelings, I be ridin' past K-Trip house
He took a couple pills and ain't wake up, how that sh*t sound?
I got some white fentanyl, but the mix brown
Headshot, the n***a lost his life before he hit the ground
I don't calm down on this run, I'ma check 'em out
It's a lil' switch on the back part, this a different Glock
Grocery shoppin' at Walmart with the nickel c*cked
N***a run up on me, I'ma whip it out, b*t*h, I pistol shop
You don't need no f**kin' bag of ice, you got a little knot
I'm at Lil E crib, he got more pills than a 'spital got
I'ma need thirty-eight hundred for a Skittle crop
They tried to box me in the dope game, I had to wiggle out
Can't believe this n***a lit a Swisher, someone kick him out
Catch me in the hood takin' pictures with the pistol out
He want three hundred a line for a pint of Wock', I whipped a nickel out
Took two hundred dollars off the top, now give me my ounces
I can make twenty racks quick, just give me an hour
Dope money wrinkled up like it got left in the washer
I was goin' through some real sh*t, I met me a counselor
My Beecher n***a tryna buy a brick, he met me on Carter
The chain I got on real thick like seventy-one dollars
I remember ridin' with a b*t*h in an '06 Chevy Impala
Sh*t, and since we talkin' 'bout cars, my neck a Marauder
He was not tryna give the bars, up stick on the doctor
This sh*t came quick, yeah
This sh*t came quick, swear it felt like we got rich in an hour
Unc' hit me with a clean brick, now I'm siftin' the power
Told me don't worry 'bout the money, he'll get it tomorrow
Said so much sh*t, you gotta listen, you might hear it tomorrow
Seen a n***a drop a Scatpack and get killed in a Charger
Of course the pint had a seal on it, it was hit at the bottom
I know that's some real Actavis, look how it sit at the bottom
Yeah, Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n***a
Yeah, sometimes
This b*t*h smooth as hell, alright

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