Feel This

Every time he got a beat I hop on that bitch
And I eat that shit, like it's some breakfast bitch
Crunch crunch, munch munch

It's a habit, life goals, hating on me on the low
Now my pockets on swole, I got the pole
My diamonds fruity like dole, got MJ on my soles
She play wit me console, I was locked up no parole
Bitch I stuck to the code, bent the rules, I ain't fold
This is the life that I chose, I rather share it wit the dough
I can't marry no bitch, unless she coming wit nothing but bricks
Go get the bag, I want the bag, I can care less if she switch
I'm in the cut getting rich, show me the plan, I multiply shit
I fuck on my ex til I'm wit my next, I can care less if she switch
Aint no feelings, that ain't appealing, starter, I never ride bench
Run off on ya bitch, now she on camera taking a whole notha inch
I'm stacking green like the grinch, her ass fat, I give it a pinch
Tell that hoe, come on hop in the whip
Tinted, she gotta eat up the dick
I'm on that shit, the savage drip, 21 hits in a clip
I'm setting trends, I'm on a binge, stacking this chip

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When that door fly back and you see me up it
Then it aint no more options
I want it here and now, shut the fuck up, it aint no more talkin
I'm knockin niggas out with these pistols now, aint no more boxin
All of my bitches off of them jiggas, they dont want no more molly
And you know I got me a hood bitch
She be pump faking like she a good chick
But she be actin wild, she smoke black n milds
So I let her suck on the wood tip
8 ball in my pocket and I got a glock wit 2 clips
Bout as long as some pool sticks
So I hope that you hear me sincerely
'For bullets go clear out ya ears like some Q-tips
You'll be departed dearly, come near me
No fear over here you are merely a human
Try to test me you must really be stupid
In school, I know you weren't a brilliant student
Can't give a dollar you really be losing
Ain't got no sense so you really a goofy
Claimin a bitch that aint give you the coochie
Paying her rent and you licking the booty
Know a couple of years ago I had few lil niggas that wanted to murk me
Let them bullets fly out like birdies
Now that beef dried out its jerky
For that dissin my niggas pull up on yo block
Man I swear to God they gon feel it
Light that bitch up like its Christmas, no reindeer but we blitzin'

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