Pookie Low - I Need Lyrics

Tell me how you loved before
I need a hundred like Will
Nah, I can't f*ck with these niggas at all
Cause most of these niggas are flil

Bitch, I'm walked off like flil, boo
I ain't play no mock in the middle
I crush right if you blip on me, nigga
I set a pick in the middle of court

Nigga, I'm somethin' like a sailor
Heard that she from the grapevine
Told baby girl, damn, why you so fine
Ball number nine in my prime

Rage on Rondo, I rock number nine
Now you can't hang with the guys
Now you can't come over here on the side
Baby, she knowin' I'm him

I pass the ball, nigga, don't clock the rim
Ain't it like that, you live and you elevated
I can't f*ck with these bitches, they hella crazy
I'm on some different shit

I'm on some different time and niggas tryna get rich
Y'all give a f*ck about partying, nigga
I'ma add shit to the plot, stretch out the fifth
The ball bust down the watch, young gun

Country nigga, know I funky sweet
All these bitches can't lay up with me
I only want the nicks
Summertime hot as f*ck, I keep that towel right on my neck

Got a bounce, won't catch me
You see, poop right under the neck
That shit hurt you deep
When them niggas bitches done crossed

You shoot this bitch out from the deep
I can aim this shit, here I am
All your punches, guns, your ties
Scritchin', keep it real, stop lyin' to me

Pour this drink, you movin' sluggish
Better keep that iron with you
Hungry f*ck, give me some chips
My nigga want some lights

Hot as f*ck, I'll pay this room to the moon
Somewhere out of space
Need that money, multiply
Put it up, save for the rain

Need that money, multiply
Put it up, save for the rain
I need a hunnid like Will
No, I can't f*ck with these niggas at all

Most of these niggas afloat
Bitch, I'ma doff like Flip
I'll cross you out if you play with me, nigga
Bitch, I said to pick in the middle of court

Nigga, I'm somethin' like a sailor
Heard this shit from the grandpa
Told baby girl, damn, why you so fine
Ballin' but not in my prime

Ray Jordan run, do I rock number nine
No, you can't hang with the guys
No, you can't come over here on this side
Baby, she know I'm not milk

I pass the ball, leave the cards around
Uh, uh, uh
Y'all done caught your nigga
Know I bunk his sweat

All these bitches can't lay up with me
I only want the nick
Summertime, I'm hot as f*ck
I keep that tab right on my neck