Testo di 'I Need To Know' di YoungBoy Never Broke Again (NBA YoungBoy)

(BJ on one)
(We love you Heavy)
Mhm-mhm, look, huh

My music so ruthless, just move me, let's end the night with wine
My life, it ain't perfect, they use me, this happens every time
No patience, I'm pacin', they hatin', my life been on the line
I got three shawties, I'm stickin' it, and I'm doin' fine (D-Roc)
Huh, very well, put that cutter on your brother, bitch, don't you go kiss and tell
Saw that I ain't have shit for sale, that's when I seen they tricks reveal
Shawty always fake as Hell, uh, uh, lil' bitch, don't come in here (Oh, no)
I give her no dope, but shawty in here movin' slow
I don’t give no fuck if I'm in court, I keep my pockets filled with rolls
Long road, but I know which fuckin' way to go
Next time around, I knock you off, now, don't you try this shit no more
I been puttin' up with these hoes, and I'm fed up and I'm so tired
Lil Muslim in my home, and I think that we got soul ties
Catch these pussy niggas, get they issue, that ain't no lie
Kill one that's important, and I sit back, watch all you bitches cry

I don't switch my shoes, this bitch so high, my engine make it glide
I break all the rules, don't pick and choose, get blues the day you try
Mama, I'm a fool, and all this money do not help it out
Mama, I'm so cruel, and so on point, no, I won't come around
Bitch, tie up yo' shoes, take off one, watch how I gun you down
Now, get back up
Told youngin' keep his 30 tucked
Lift him up, they bring me down
Wit' outsiders, don't fuck around, majority of 'em don't fuck with us

Sometimes, I wonder: Who love me? 'Cause I gotta know
Sometimes, I need you here for me, it's hard for me to cope
And it's a thug nigga story, and it's a million told
Niggas plannin' on thuggin' me
'Cause I need to know where my Codeine
'Cause I'm caught up movin' slow in my own dream
And I'm caught up with this ho that don't love me
I might as well go and die in my sleep

I might as well go and buy a new Audi (oh)
I might as well just sit and cry, cause ain't nobody around
I might as well pour a five in the sixteen
No sleep, drink the whole thing, whole thing till I'm gone
She so wrong, know she ain't never move on
And she know she belong in here with a thug nigga
Ain't got no time for sneakin' 'round, I be tryna thug with her
She just don't wanna confess the fact she don't need me
Behind my back, she schemin'

Sometimes, I wonder: Who love me? 'Cause I gotta know
Sometimes, I need you here for me, it's hard for me to cope
And it's a thug nigga story, and it's a million told
Niggas plannin' on thuggin' me
'Cause I need to know where my Codeine
'Cause I'm caught up movin' slow in my own dream
And I'm caught up with this ho that don't love me
I might as well go and die in my sleep