Fodie Boys, Wilmo, Johnny Rockin - Don't Need Ya Lyrics

Ay, yeah, ay, ay, ay, ay
Bitch I'm so cold without a fever
Tell her get up on my dick, then it's following the leader
Ay, hoppin' in this Rari then I'm speeding
Ay, really on me now, hit it hard and then she's bleeding
Ay, bitch you fucking tweaking
Get the money now I'm hanging with the bros and we geeking (and we geeking)
Ay, bitch stop speaking
Bitch I'm pouring up this cup, got the Whitney how I'm drinking (in my cup)
Fuck snitch, I don't want that fuck shit (I don't want no fuck shit)
Don't know if you love it or you're lusting (nah nah)
I pull up in PS not the truck fit
I can put a fifth inside my cup bitch
Racks, damn, now I got my tweak up
Ay, yeah, and I'm like a freezer
Ay, yeah, she was on her knees yeah
Ay, yeah, put her on the P yeah
PE, how I got her jumpin' on this D D (wap)
Presidential only, watch me kick em out the fefe (on the gang)
On god, all these people wanna be me
Jealousy is real, see the signs like the TV (JG Moneyz yeah)
Bitch you cannot be me
Bitch you'll never be me
Watch me spin the block, no I ain't talking bout' no CD
Fodie gang, no BD
Run it like a TD
Liquor in my cup, triple shot is what I need
I just need like 1, 2, 3 cups, uh
That lil bitch so bad I cannot keep up, uh
She was all up on me she a leech yeah, uh
I don't be at parties with the tweaks yeah
Told 'em get the pack and then I'll meet ya
What's the word? I cannot fuckin' hear ya
Man all of these goofies wanna link up, uh
Man it's just the Fodie Boys and me yeah
We don't need ya

Ay, yeah, ay, ay, ay, ay
Bitch I'm so cold without a fever
Tell her get up on my dick, then it's following the leader
Ay, hoppin' in this Rari then I'm speeding
Ay, really on me now, hit it hard and then she's bleeding
Ay, bitch you fucking tweaking
Get the money now I'm hanging with the bros and we geeking (and we geeking)
Ay, bitch stop speaking
Bitch I'm pouring up this cup, got the Whitney how I'm drinking (in my cup)
Fuck snitch, I don't want that fuck shit (I don't want no fuck shit)
Don't know if you love it or you're lusting (nah nah)
I pull up in PS not the truck fit
I can put a fifth inside my cup bitch
Racks, damn, now I got my tweak up
Ay, yeah, and I'm like a freezer
Ay, yeah, she was on her knees yeah
Ay, yeah, put her on the P yeah
PE, how I got her jumpin' on this D D (wap)
Presidential only, watch me kick em out the fefe (on the gang)
On god, all these people wanna be me
Jealousy is real, see the signs like the TV (JG Moneyz yeah)
Bitch you cannot be me
Bitch you'll never be me
Watch me spin the block, no I ain't talking bout' no CD
Fodie gang, no BD
Run it like a TD
Liquor in my cup, triple shot is what I need
I just need like 1, 2, 3 cups, uh
That lil bitch so bad I cannot keep up, uh
She was all up on me she a leech yeah, uh
I don't be at parties with the tweaks yeah
Told 'em get the pack and then I'll meet ya
What's the word? I cannot fuckin' hear ya
Man all of these goofies wanna link up, uh
Man it's just the Fodie Boys and me yeah
We don't need ya