Can't Feed Em'
Niggas sick that I cant feed em
Know it hurt a couple bitches hearts that I don't need em
Let a nigga play it crazy bet you imma bleed em
Say you don't believe in God well nigga you can meet em
Say you don't believe in God well nigga you can meet em
Let a pussy nigga play it crazy bet you imma bleed em
And I know it hurt a couple bitches hearts when I don't need em
Man I swear to God they sick that I cant feed em
Niggas sick that I cant feed them so I gotta watch my back
Don't play it crazy like you ain't know I keep shaq up in this mac
And I bet that strap you post on instagram wont bring you back
Now I got a new XD with no bodies i'm taking that
When your momma heard the news she probably had a heart attack
And by the look of my cup you would think I had a cough attack
Yea I sip the highest of the tech my nigga thats a fact
Got the runtz from cookies yea I only smoke exotic packs
Shorty say she love my style she say a nigga dipped in butter
Wouldn't believe me if I told her that I came up from that gutter
When i'm on i'm copping penthouse in new york thats word to mother
Like i'm signed to cash money i'm the number one stunna
Right now i'm off a cookie pack remember I was flipping that
Serving this and serving that
Trying to make my money stack
Call the cheese the endzone bitch I swear i'm like a runningback
20 10 touchdown goofy bitch I flip and tumble bags
Niggas sick that I cant feed em
Know it hurt a couple bitches hearts that I don't need em
Let a nigga play it crazy bet you imma bleed em
Say you don't believe in God well nigga you can meet em
Say you don't believe in God well nigga you can meet em
Let a pussy nigga play it crazy bet you imma bleed em
And I know it hurt a couple bitches hearts when I don't need em
Man I swear to God they sick that I cant feed em
Nigga sick his bitch wont put nothing above me
Bet I hit a nigga with that skillet like its pub g
He went through her phone and saw that she was trying to fuck me
Remember back in middle school these bitches wouldn't hug me
Where the real G's at cause I don't see them
All I see is pussy niggas out here trying to be them
Telling all they crimes to IG then ya'll yelling free him
Now he fighting cases wondering why his ass cant bet em his ass cant beat em
And bitch I got the best bins and I got the best buds
Quit chasing that stanky hoe lil nigga run your check up
I got these niggas... sick in this bitch they need a check-up
If a nigga move wrong bullets from the neck up
Getting money know these bitches all up on my weenie
Cause they know that I could give them what they want just like a genie
Ain't go lie thats probably the reason these niggas want to be me
Smoking gas my belt match my weed lil nigga thats that GG
Niggas sick that I cant feed em
Know it hurt a couple bitches hearts that I don't need em
Let a nigga play it crazy bet you imma bleed em
Say you don't believe in God well nigga you can meet em
Say you don't believe in God well nigga you can meet em
Let a pussy nigga play it crazy bet you imma bleed em
And I know it hurt a couple bitches hearts when I don't need em
Man I swear to God they sick that I cant feed em
Know it hurt a couple bitches hearts that I don't need em
Let a nigga play it crazy bet you imma bleed em
Say you don't believe in God well nigga you can meet em
Say you don't believe in God well nigga you can meet em
Let a pussy nigga play it crazy bet you imma bleed em
And I know it hurt a couple bitches hearts when I don't need em
Man I swear to God they sick that I cant feed em
Niggas sick that I cant feed them so I gotta watch my back
Don't play it crazy like you ain't know I keep shaq up in this mac
And I bet that strap you post on instagram wont bring you back
Now I got a new XD with no bodies i'm taking that
When your momma heard the news she probably had a heart attack
And by the look of my cup you would think I had a cough attack
Yea I sip the highest of the tech my nigga thats a fact
Got the runtz from cookies yea I only smoke exotic packs
Shorty say she love my style she say a nigga dipped in butter
Wouldn't believe me if I told her that I came up from that gutter
When i'm on i'm copping penthouse in new york thats word to mother
Like i'm signed to cash money i'm the number one stunna
Right now i'm off a cookie pack remember I was flipping that
Serving this and serving that
Trying to make my money stack
Call the cheese the endzone bitch I swear i'm like a runningback
20 10 touchdown goofy bitch I flip and tumble bags
Niggas sick that I cant feed em
Know it hurt a couple bitches hearts that I don't need em
Let a nigga play it crazy bet you imma bleed em
Say you don't believe in God well nigga you can meet em
Say you don't believe in God well nigga you can meet em
Let a pussy nigga play it crazy bet you imma bleed em
And I know it hurt a couple bitches hearts when I don't need em
Man I swear to God they sick that I cant feed em
Nigga sick his bitch wont put nothing above me
Bet I hit a nigga with that skillet like its pub g
He went through her phone and saw that she was trying to fuck me
Remember back in middle school these bitches wouldn't hug me
Where the real G's at cause I don't see them
All I see is pussy niggas out here trying to be them
Telling all they crimes to IG then ya'll yelling free him
Now he fighting cases wondering why his ass cant bet em his ass cant beat em
And bitch I got the best bins and I got the best buds
Quit chasing that stanky hoe lil nigga run your check up
I got these niggas... sick in this bitch they need a check-up
If a nigga move wrong bullets from the neck up
Getting money know these bitches all up on my weenie
Cause they know that I could give them what they want just like a genie
Ain't go lie thats probably the reason these niggas want to be me
Smoking gas my belt match my weed lil nigga thats that GG
Niggas sick that I cant feed em
Know it hurt a couple bitches hearts that I don't need em
Let a nigga play it crazy bet you imma bleed em
Say you don't believe in God well nigga you can meet em
Say you don't believe in God well nigga you can meet em
Let a pussy nigga play it crazy bet you imma bleed em
And I know it hurt a couple bitches hearts when I don't need em
Man I swear to God they sick that I cant feed em
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Writer(s): Jordan Parker
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