[Intro]
Just Get On Your Knees If You Need A Man
Desert, Desert
Just Get On Your Knees If You Need A Man
Desert, Desert
John And The Kids Will Be Fine
Desert, Desert
The Shape Of You Is A Great Book Baby
Desert, Desert

[Verse 1]
Aye
Number 1 Chef Booked The Club Up On A Scale Now
12 20 11:30 Chef Cooked N***as On A Bale Foul
Writing With Armor Doesn’t Mean We On A Pale, “Wow”
Keeping It The Tough Way I Post Shit On A Tale, “Pow”
Can We Calm Down With Shit On A Stick “Crown”
Getting Bites, What The Fuck? Because Jit Found
Vanilla Sex Like Human Trafficking Bitch Mike White
Tears And Hugs Why You Lying? Bitch, Bite, Fight
Adonis Is My Kid And We The Twins
P Diddy Is My Future Self, Fuck You Saying, We Hit Bizz
You Know What I’m Sayin’ Metro Music Fuck Boomin We Hit Shit
Over The Top Shan Song We Blick Bitch
Heading North Heading SoutH Fuck You Saying, Brick Switch
[Chorus]
Baby You Need A Tale
Desert, Desert
Green Lights Don’t Ever Fuck Stoping Us
Together, Together
But Then I Was Like A Rapper
Desert, Desert
The Tits Was High, Fuck The Lows
Desert, Desert

[Verse 2]
But I was still starin' at the titties though
Yeah, low-key or maybe high-key
I been peeped that you like me, you know?
Who the fuck you really wanna be with besides me?
I mean, it doesn't take much for us to do this shit quietly
I mean, she say I'm obsessed with thick women and I agree
Yeah, that's right, I like my girls BBW
Yeah, type that wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you
Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable
Ass on Houston, Texas, but the face look just like Clair Huxtable
Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck with you
The NBA players fuck with you
The bad-ass bitches doin' makeup and hair fuck with you, oh
That's 'cause I believe in somethin' and I stand for it
And Nicki, if you ever tryna fuck
Just give me the heads-up, so I can plan for it
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky (Pinkprint, ayy)
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothin' but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet
Nothin' but real n***as only, bad bitches only
Rich n***as only, independent bitches only
Boss n***as only, thick bitches only
I got my real n***as here by my side, only
I never fucked Nick' and that's fucked up
If I did fuck, she'd be fucked up
Whoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it right
'Cause she act like she need dick in her life
That's another story, I'm no story-teller
I piss greatness, like goldish yellow
All my goons so overzealous
I'm from Hollygrove, the holy Mecca
Calendar say I got money for days
I squirm and I shake, but I'm stuck in my ways
My girlfriend will beat a bitch up if she wave
They bet' not fuck with her surfboard, surfboard
My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade
Don't have my money? Take mothers instead
You got the hiccups, you swallowed the truth
Then I make you burp, boy, treat beef like sirloin
I'm talkin' 'bout runnin' in houses with army guns
So think about your son and daughter rooms
Got two hoes with me, masked up, they got smaller guns
Ain't thinkin' 'bout your son and daughter rooms
This shit is crazy, my n***a
I mean brazy, my n***a
That money talk, I just rephrase it, my n***a
Blood gang, take the "B" off behavior, my n***a
For reals, if you mouth off, I blow your face off
I mean "pop-pop-pop, " then I take off
N***a, now you see me, n***a, now you don't
Like Jamie Foxx actin' like Ray Charles
Sixteen in a clip, one in the chamber
17 Ward bully with seventeen bullets
My story is how I went from "poor me"
To "please pour me a drink and celebrate with
[Chorus]
Baby You Need A Tale
Desert, Desert
Green Lights Don’t Ever Fuck Stoping Us
Together, Together
But Then I Was Like A Rapper
Desert, Desert
The Tits Was High, Fuck The Lows
Desert, Desert

[Verse 3]
D-d-d-d-damn what did I consume
Something spinnin' fast either me or it's the room
I bet you it's the room, cause I don't do no drugs
Or maybe it's that 'tron cause I sure do have a buzz
Baby either way I'm throwed and I am on a mission
So if your ears a virgin I'd advise you not to listen
Cause this shit isn't kosher and this shit isn't Christian
It's that motherfuckin' heat you can find up in the kitchen
Baby holla at your n***a, I got that shit for low
Okay maybe I don't but guarantee someone I know
Wait let me slow it down (down) I'm gettin' ahead (head)
Plus it's gettin' hot so I'm a take a seat instead (stead)
I'm lucky I ain't dead (dead) I'm on a rollercoaster ride y'all
We all of age and I ain't got nothin' to hide y'all
And in this game I'm a tidal when the tides small
So drop me in and I release just like a time bomb
[Chorus]
Baby You Need A Tale
Desert, Desert
Green Lights Don’t Ever Fuck Stoping Us
Together, Together
But Then I Was Like A Rapper
Desert, Desert
The Tits Was High, Fuck The Lows
Desert, Desert

[Outro]
These people man
Getting on my fucking nerves
But you're not one of them baby
Peace ya’ll