What I Want lyrics

[Intro: $tupid Young]
LowTheGreat
Cállate, Mike Crook (Mike Crook)
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[Chorus: $tupid Young]
Chopper make a n*gga do the running man
n*gga want a feature, that's a couple bands
Told her I ain't worried 'bout her other man
I do what I want, he do what he can
Yeah, I do what I want, he do what he can
Yeah, I do what I want, he do what he can (Uh, look)

[Verse 1: $tupid Young]
When we pull everybody know who we are
Hold up, I got the glocky in these G-Stars
Poppin' pillies got me feeling like an E-tard
So sick, somebody take me to the ER
Young sick n*gga, young Crip n*gga
I was broke back then, now I'm rich, n*gga
f*ck a b*tch, n*gga, hit a lick, n*gga
And if we get caught, make sure you don't snitch, n*gga
Bad lil' b*tch give me toppy
And I met her at my hotel lobby
Gucci shirt, but the shades by Versace
n*ggas want beef, we gon' cook it like hibachi
Wake up in the morning, gotta count my blessings
I remember locked up, n*gga, I was stressing
Now I'm riding through the section clutching on a weapon
n*ggas ain't talkin' money, n*ggas got poor connection
[Chorus: $tupid Young]
Chopper make a n*gga do the running man
n*gga want a feature, that's a couple bands
Told her I ain't worried 'bout her other man
I do what I want, he do what he can
Yeah, I do what I want, he do what he can
Yeah, I do what I want, he do what he can

[Verse 2: Fenix Flexin]
I do what I want, he do what he can afford
n*gga think he winning, tell this n*gga check the score
I'm only in my city 'cause I'm waiting on a tour
Ain't trying to type it out, we take the problem to your door
Me and $tupid Young going stupid dumb
And we'll cook a n*gga like hibachi
Roxys, I just sold a hundred out the lobby
Poppin', your b*tch wanna f*ck me 'cause I'm poppin'
If a n*gga want a feature, tell him eight racks
This a big chopper, push a n*gga face back
I ain't even really rapping, I just state facts
J-cat, pus*y ass n*gga with some face tats
n*gga acting like he fluent, catch a couple shots
We in a different tax bracket, I ain't tryna box
Young rich n*gga, young pimp n*gga
Like some Cheetos, if we beefing, I'ma chip n*ggas
[Chorus: $tupid Young]
Chopper make a n*gga do the running man
n*gga want a feature, that's a couple bands
Told her I ain't worried 'bout her other man
I do what I want, he do what he can
Yeah, I do what I want, he do what he can
Yeah, I do what I want, he do what he can