This Is All I Need

I wanna give you all bars, but I really wanna vibe with it

We could have a convo girl, but I wanna slide in it

If you caught the feel on any songs, then you one of my niggas

Learned to be balance that I wanted—had to take my time with it

Yeah, body language, body language baby girl—we defining it

Black spandex, you look fine in 'em

So damn wet, that's a sign—isn't it?

Calm before storm, not the kinda love I'm mentioning

Heard it all before, but I'm deaf now—I'm not listening

Tryna hear you out, but you mumbling—That is not English

I just migrate if it's a problem 'cause I see the time changes

When you start talking with your hands baby, that ain't sign language

Love the screams when I'm going deep, now you speaking my language

I stuck with Plan A, imagine me tryna with go with Plan B

I'm not a child, I just act like one—they can't steal my candy

Overstated that I want it all, they don't understand me

I only see the girl of my dreams when I want a family

I blow my nose with a handkerchief when I'm being fancy

Damn he's in his bubble, small circle like I'm Sandy

And he's savage, doing damage like he Randy

Death all around me these days like I'm Mandy

Ain't waiting for no one to give me to oop

Already know who gone be there when it's through

We saying the same thing, mine is more true

You ain't the same when you with ya crew

I stay solid, know that it's you

Where is your soul? Shit went to your shoes?

Sipping something, no it ain't soup

You chilling with niggas when sipping on root

I got a tune for niggas, let's get in tune with sistas

They got our backs

Please don't wear with weave me, no makeup—believe in me

She still on track

I gotta feed her D, the lines I read between

She get on her back

Know if I flee the scene for something illegally, that she'll hold the strap

Don't have to come to that, I take so time getting it right

Girl when you coming back? Soon as you get home, I hit it on site

My kids need their dad, and shit I need them bad

I been up all night

Look at life—it took a turn

Can't spend time sitting at the lights

Hands are full of blood, I can't act like I don't know whose

Swear they all told lies, it's in their eyes, they called it truth

On flight 121, it's just me—it ain't no group

I can't sip no more, I find no point in being boozed

Don't care who I win in front of 'cause I can't lose

Keep searching for clues on who I screwed, ya all assume

I tried bringing you along, but there's no more room

Don't know who's gonna gas 'em now, they all on fumes