Feel
If your hoped we wouldn't it, fuck you (Fuck you) Talk a heart full of hatred, fuck you (Fuck you) And you said we wouldn't cake it, you (Fuck you) Only my man is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you
Yo, a snake that's why I try to keep the grass cut So I can see 'em when they coming then I heat ass up 'Cuz them niggas that you went to school Will you while you in your new whip And your brains into Cool Whip
Niggas that you running 'round getting ass Ain't gon' help you do but carry your casket Got the to ask Kiss why I smoke so much And how I'm such a young nigga seem to know so much
While you was running pumping for niggas I was listening and you still for niggas I'm coming through You heard, L O X came through in a Lex
And hop out with the Air Force One's with yellow And you liable to see me Dolo, the Rolo Burner under the Polo, a lot of is homos Funny style never down with me Type go to the bathroom, sit down and pee
I'll empty house, back of your cribs, smacking your kids Bullets going through your leather, cracking ribs Don't even hit me on my hip if I give you a call And I ain't got a home phone number, I on the road
Now I'm getting bigger Conference calls with 'xecs Bigger with bigger begets y'all
All I do is get high and think of you all Motherfuckers hit 'cha and just pray to the Lord I'd die today than live tomorrow Then watch you crab motherfuckers steal and ball
Put in my work, you get put in a church Funeral time, kissing the corpse the ropes, stone rip if you soft, you pissing me off Call me S.P., and I on your boss
You can die 'coz this shit might to me But still happen to be, packin' the 3 Fuck with bitches that be wrappin' the And the niggas that bug over drug money, the D
Shoot in the breeze, 9 in the boot, full of 1 in the morning, catch me with a gun on the Let you know all real and you can front if you wanna I understand, it dog, die in the can
I say you pussy, you won't die for right-hand man As well as your left, niggas trip, fell into touch you, only thing else to say is fuck you
A-yo, y'all niggas ain't hardcore, all my is homicide What you about getting shot, letting the drip dry Letting the spit fly, seeing whiz by a M A S H on niggas like Klinger and Horgi
So soft you mushy, I blast 'til shit is gushy Should be the Cat in the Broadway play, you pussy Fuck with Sheek, Ouija board spell You can that beef shit, I hope that deep shit
Be as deep as you inside the cement Or you can deep sea dive, with no gear drown you with your snorkel on, bitch, breathe out of there Whole team rich, never seen a summer this
Baking hot, and you can sled ride down my wrist, and hand When it comes to coke, I can make a snowman, in this shit make a angel with it And I give a fuck about that 380 that y'all share
Between the 10 with the same 8 bullets from last year When I I use snubs, denim flee in the spot The hand I with need a oven glove, my shit so hot I want the most, Roley only work when it's to my post
a present gimme a yacht master, regular bezzy Then I'm good I'm in the hood and I'm on the block You got a gut feeling about shit, nigga, means you shot, what
If you hoped we wouldn't make it, you with a heart full of hatred, fuck you And you said we wouldn't it, fuck you Only my man's is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you
I'll you in your face, fuck you it off my waist, hit you up, fuck you And watch you die on the street, you feel sad at the funeral, fuck them too