Feel Me
No Auto Peso for the win
Tryna get them checks in
Count up all my blessings
I'm blessed but I still sin
Let me tell a story back when
I was a shorty straight, getting in trouble and
I was getting my ass beat but I ain't understand
But that shit really built me to a fuckin man
I'll give everything up to see my unc again
Who out here better than Peso, I'm just checkin'
You got big homies on yo block you gotta check in
He ain't really bout that shit for real he just rappin'
If you riding through my block them guns get to clappin'
I been solid from the start
I ain't going to the back for shit like I'm Rosa Parks
Hoes out here dumb and confused, bitch play ya part
If that nigga make the wrong move guns gone spark
Niggas trapping just to make a way
I can't party with you so I sit and smoke my pain away
Steady asking where the drop? All my shit be worth the wait
Saying that it ain't well that's cool so I went a copped this bezel face
Don't nobody run me nigga I carry my own weight
Bitch I been rappin'all you niggas just coming late
Say you better then me, please I just took a break
Gotta make some shake
Niggas fake
I just took off on this beat
Shorty say she like fucking me every time we meet
I ain't gone lie I slight knew she was a freak
Shorty wanna top me everyday of the week
Tricked off on a bitch, even bought that bitch some minks
I was really tryna beat
I get nasty in the sheets
If you wanna see what's to me just ask me
I be ballin' on these niggas fadeaway like Kobe
Tryna get them checks in
Count up all my blessings
I'm blessed but I still sin
Let me tell a story back when
I was a shorty straight, getting in trouble and
I was getting my ass beat but I ain't understand
But that shit really built me to a fuckin man
I'll give everything up to see my unc again
Who out here better than Peso, I'm just checkin'
You got big homies on yo block you gotta check in
He ain't really bout that shit for real he just rappin'
If you riding through my block them guns get to clappin'
I been solid from the start
I ain't going to the back for shit like I'm Rosa Parks
Hoes out here dumb and confused, bitch play ya part
If that nigga make the wrong move guns gone spark
Niggas trapping just to make a way
I can't party with you so I sit and smoke my pain away
Steady asking where the drop? All my shit be worth the wait
Saying that it ain't well that's cool so I went a copped this bezel face
Don't nobody run me nigga I carry my own weight
Bitch I been rappin'all you niggas just coming late
Say you better then me, please I just took a break
Gotta make some shake
Niggas fake
I just took off on this beat
Shorty say she like fucking me every time we meet
I ain't gone lie I slight knew she was a freak
Shorty wanna top me everyday of the week
Tricked off on a bitch, even bought that bitch some minks
I was really tryna beat
I get nasty in the sheets
If you wanna see what's to me just ask me
I be ballin' on these niggas fadeaway like Kobe
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Writer(s): Jalen Cameron
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