Can't Feel
I don't know what I feel... aye
Groupie bitch just called me off a fucking pill
Mane I'm racing to these riches I need plenty mills
And I just upped my fucking doses I can't even feel
These bitches crying on my phone, like "Bally whats ya deal?"
These niggas lying to my face like pussy keep it real
I put that gold around my neck & put it on my grill
I got this fire up in me but I cant even feel
On my dick like a real tick
She fuck me & make me a meal quick
My wrists, my ears, they real sick
I'm rolling, they set me a real pick
She happy she fell on a real dick
When I'm in it, I'm hitting the kill switch
These bitches they mad they real pissed
Upgrading the bag that's real shit
I gotta watch who I fuck with
They trynna talk just to know shit
That shit bogus
Folks I grew up with
That shit some hoe shit
Can't knock my focus
And you can quote this
My eyes is open
I smoke a lot of weed so I'm floating
Freak bitch hit my line & she open
New plan finna put it in motion
Bitch riding while Gelato I'm rolling
These bitches crying on my phone, like "Bally whats ya deal?"
These Niggas lying to my face like pussy keep it real
I put that gold around my neck & put it on my grill
I got this fire up in me but I can't even feel
Groupie bitch just called me off a fucking pill
Mane I'm racing to these riches I need plenty mills
And I just upped my fucking doses I can't even feel
These bitches crying on my phone, like "Bally whats ya deal?"
These niggas lying to my face like pussy keep it real
I put that gold around my neck & put it on my grill
I got this fire up in me but I cant even feel
On my dick like a real tick
She fuck me & make me a meal quick
My wrists, my ears, they real sick
I'm rolling, they set me a real pick
She happy she fell on a real dick
When I'm in it, I'm hitting the kill switch
These bitches they mad they real pissed
Upgrading the bag that's real shit
I gotta watch who I fuck with
They trynna talk just to know shit
That shit bogus
Folks I grew up with
That shit some hoe shit
Can't knock my focus
And you can quote this
My eyes is open
I smoke a lot of weed so I'm floating
Freak bitch hit my line & she open
New plan finna put it in motion
Bitch riding while Gelato I'm rolling
These bitches crying on my phone, like "Bally whats ya deal?"
These Niggas lying to my face like pussy keep it real
I put that gold around my neck & put it on my grill
I got this fire up in me but I can't even feel
Credits
Writer(s): Bally Money
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.