Lyrics What Do U Want from Me - Carns Hill, SOUTHSIDE jb

What Do U Want from Me

Look, evidence?
I will never give that up in court
Why would a real nigga talk?
How could a real nigga talk?
You can call JB many things
When I’m dead and gone, just a corpse
A terrible scumbag crook
But a snitch won’t enter your thoughts
Man, I’ve got those things on me
Anytime I drive or walk
Man ah keep on watching me
Man, they must want outline chalk
Man, I smoke this medical weed
And it gives me cloudy thoughts
I need my money in whole, sorry
I don’t accept shorts
The kitchen just got used
The Pyrex just got abused
Comfy nigga in the trap
No coat on, no shoes
Southside, line up the move
JB, finesse the move
Magnum 359
Minus two with the venomous tooth
Get wrapped like fish and chips in the chip shop
Cold-hearted, I’m too frosty
I’ve been putting in all this hard work
Tell me, what do they want from me?
All my friends dem keep up fuckery
It won’t stop till we all comfy
I hit a lick just last night
Quick digestion, nigga, I’m still hungry
Get wrapped like fish and chips in the chip shop
Cold-hearted, I’m too frosty
I’ve been putting in all this hard work
Tell me, what do they want from me?
All my friends dem keep up fuckery
It won’t stop till we all comfy
I hit a lick just last night
Quick digestion, nigga, I’m still hungry
The money sit good when it can’t fold
The watch looks cold if it’s all gold
I run these streets with the long nose
Joints fi dem, I’ve got untold
I learnt these hoes have got no shame
I pepper nerds, I’m on no games
I spoke to my G, man, he’s been ghost
He sprayed his ting for a gold chain
I trashed out your bitch, she’s trashy
Niggas gotta dead, they haffi
Somebody died on the other side, boy, I’m happy
Go on a ride, get gassy
I was in the trap, getting trappy, new day, so trigger-happy
Got your bitch calling me daddy
We don’t role play but she plays a role
Put drugs in baggies and she holds my strally
Get wrapped like fish and chips in the chip shop
Cold-hearted, I’m too frosty
I’ve been putting in all this hard work
Tell me, what do they want from me?
All my friends dem keep up fuckery
It won’t stop till we all comfy
I hit a lick just last night
Quick digestion, nigga, I’m still hungry
Get wrapped like fish and chips in the chip shop
Cold-hearted, I’m too frosty
I’ve been putting in all this hard work
Tell me, what do they want from me?
All my friends dem keep up fuckery
It won’t stop till we all comfy
I hit a lick just last night
Quick digestion, nigga, I’m still hungry