G Herbo – What You Need Lyrics

What You Need Lyrics by G Herbo

[Part I]

[Intro]
What you need?
What you need? Swerv’
What you need, baby? What you need?
(South, South, Southside)

[Verse 1]
We got access to yachts, jetting out to the state on jets
We went from jets to drops
We just laughing to the bank, acting like I’m next to pop (Haha)
Like I ain’t been popping (Ayy, G Herbo)
Get surprised when I drop that bag off like I ain’t been dropping it (Big Swerv’)
All white VVs, flexing Benz keys like I ain’t been hopping it (Phew)
Posting on IG, popping tags in LV, like I ain’t been copping it (Ayy, ayy)
Wanna ride with a G, baby, just hop in with me
We can fuck all night and go on shopping spree (Ayy)
And this shit ain’t easy so put me at ease (Ayy, uh)
Somewhere far away low-key with the breeze
[Bridge]
I’m likе, “What up?”
What you need? (What you need?)
What you need? (What you need?)
What you need, baby? What you need?
What you need, baby?
What you need? What you need? Swerv’

[Verse 2]
She just want a trip to Neimans
Fifty K, that’s what shе dreamed of
I’ma blow that with my demons (Gang)
Pull up, Trackhawks and Demons
I’m just tryna fight my demons
She asked me why I act like I don’t love her
I ain’t had no reason
She want my bag, watch me run through a million cash
And never seen it (Swerv’)
Cry for my help but I know she don’t mean it
Hit up my brother, I know that he need it
Gotta admit she a freak like me
She hit me and my brother, I know she be fiending
Thought the lil’ bitch was a P like me
Said she want be with me, and I thought she was dreaming
I’m like, “What up?” (What’s up?)
What you need? (What you need?)
I ain’t gon’ pay you to stay, though, bae, I’ma pay you to leave
I’m finna pay you then leave
Kept my faith, I beat the odds, you gotta believe
Bad lil’ bitch treat me like God, get right on her knees
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse]
I’m in a wide-body black Maybach with tint, finna scrape the curb (Swerv’)
Too much ice on me, keep a pipe on me and you know I ain’t nervous
I’m repping the ‘Raq in New Orleans, No Limit soldier
I know that you heard it (South, South, Southside)
Pull up in SRTs and coupe GTs and twenty Suburbans (Yeah)
I was in VIPs and thumbing through Gs when niggas was virgins
I’m still fresh as detergent, still Big Swerving (Ayy)
Still going up, getting digits on niggas
Getting rich on niggas, bad blicks on niggas, uh, uh
I’m still shitting on niggas, uh (Ayy)
And the house on the hill went up ten mill’ ‘fore a deal on niggas, I swear to God
Thank God I’m here, I was out in the field upping steel on niggas, I swear to God
You was never like me, you was never hard
Even though I’m BP like a Teflon
Keep it on me, you dig? like Stefon (You dig?)
In the A, I be having my way like I’m Trae, hopping out with the Sig at the Chevron
In a way, I be doing this shit everyday and I be with some niggas, don’t play, ayy
And I’m having this cake in a major way
But ain’t keeping this shit where I lay, ayy
I bought me a AK while I’m fighting a case
And I’m keeping this bitch where I lay, ayy
Ayy, be careful what you say (Bitch)
If you hot don’t get exposed, grab the hose and spray (Drench)
Slide, slide, slide, slide like some rollerblades (Brr)
(808 Mafia) Threw a switch on the AR, he tore his shoulder blade (Drench)