Feel Me

I been telling women chill they be all up in they feels
Steady yapping at me like a puppy on my heels
They already know the deal
Cut em like a spade and dip on em like a chip
I'm really self made I ain't do this on a whim
Never been a lame girl you working wit a pimp
Infamously H.E.R. stop comparing me to H.I.M.
Working out my schedule got a bae in every gym
Don't come in the water yeen knowing how to swim
I been on a wave and getting faded
Don't mistake my love for underrated
Cuz I can flip decisions like I made em
Take a trip da crib finna be gated
Nigga coming up and I'm elated
Uono the way I had to play it
Me and women wasted while I'm waiting
I just fuck a lot I ain't a player
I'ma keep it real wit em
Getting buck wild when I really wanna chill wit em
Mama why you still with him
Come and take a ride I ain't lying I'ma still hit it
Roll up for a quick minute
Floating like a cloud on dis loud bowls hit quicker
Gotta keep it G for my niggas on the East Side
Baby this ya meal ticket
Come on mama roll up and face it
We already been through the basics
You gon' want my time when I'm famous
You ain't gotta front
We can take a ride on the freeway
I can fly you out on a weekday
You can leave ya bag in the breezeway
Tell me what you want

Don't be mad
Don't be mad
Don't be mad
Don't be mad
Don't be mad
Don't be mad
Don't be mad
You won't really fucking wit me

Don't be mad
Don't be mad
Get glad
Not sad
Don't be mad
Don't be mad
Don't be mad
You won't really fucking wit me

Cuz now I'm on a new page
Now I'm on a new wave
New year new age
Fuck it roll the swishers up
Cuz I'ma put my bitches on
And you gon put yo niggas up
And that's why you can't sit with us
I'm pouring champagne with a bad bitch
Slim as fuck
I was in the trenches bruh
It taught me how to yield
While them other niggas rushing us
But now I'm getting paid now
Levi from the waist down
Cocaine flav now
I ain't rocking braids now
I look you in the eyes
I no longer wear my head down
Tell me if you feel me
Giving you the real me tell me if you feel me
I been seeing clearly
On the dead nigs
I'ma do it real big like
Come on mama roll up and face it
We already been through the basics
You gon' want my time when I'm famous
You ain't gotta front
We can take a ride on the freeway
I can fly you out on a weekday
You can leave ya bag in the breezeway
Tell me what you want

Don't be mad
Don't be mad
Don't be mad
Don't be mad
Don't be mad
Don't be mad
Don't be mad
You won't really fucking wit me

Don't be mad
Don't be mad
Get glad
Not sad
Don't be mad
Don't be mad
Don't be mad
You won't really fucking wit me



Credits
Writer(s): Alexa Rivalte Penn
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