Lyrics Needle in the Haystack - A-Lux

Yeah!
Yeah!
Aye!
I just took my fucking stimulants today, boy!
Yeah, all A's on these motherfuckers
Heard that they was switching lanes on me
Nah, fuck them
Ray Lewis on the opposites, got them fools ducking
Hit-stick on a bitch, young man trucking!
Got them rolling papers paid by my duckets
I'm gonna Buck on them
Slam dunk on them
I said fuck 12
Andrew Luck on them
I don't drink lean, but I done slump on them
Slump on them, slump on them
I ain't got the Maybach yet
Whole life been the needle in the haystack, whoa!
Whoa!
I'm gonna get them paid back
Student loans taking about half my fucking paycheck, whoa!
Whoa!
Used to feeling laid back
Ever since I got a script for a stimulant and a Prozac, whoa!
Whoa!
Luxy finna hang back
Knees got an icepack, then I'm watching BoJack, whoa!
Whoa, whoa!

Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, I'm like Three-Chainz in this bitch, motherfucker
Skedaddle on these boys, boy
Skedaddle on these boys, boy
I had like a whole pot of coffee this morning
Extra black, bitch!

Uh
Aye
Feel like the man of the year
When I'm walking down my block
They're popping bottles over here, boy!
Never doubted my vision
Got the haters wanting smoke
And I'm just lighting my Swishers
On my Tony Reali, boy!
Leave them slumped in the alley, boy!
I'm gonna ball like it's Bally, boy!
While we puffing on that Cali
Kush, hit them with the no-luck
Yeah, the kid by the sun so they call me D-Book
Buckets!
Standing on my money, finna gain me an inch
Got the green on my mind
Like I'm doming the Grinch, bitch!
Two Cheeto features, three hating teachers
And four pairs of sneakers got me maxing out my credit card
On my Aaron Judge, I be going yard
Splash!
I need that money, boy
I'm gonna need that paper, boy
I'm gonna run that paper route
Don't run your fucking mouth
We'll put a bullet in your brain, son!
Put a bullet in your brain, son!