That Feign

Yo fourteen, you got another one
Called up 20 bitches told em roll up all this weed
347 street yeah we jumping with the beat
Get up in the heat smoking all fucking our weed
Making our ears bleed man I turned into that fiend
No I don't sip lean
We pull up knocking
We've been fuckin rocking
You'll be dropping better use precaution
No It ain't no option hear the plug outside I go meet my guy
Called up 20 bitches told em roll up all this weed
347 street yeah we jumping with the beat
Get up in the heat smoking all fucking our weed
Making our ears bleed man I turned into that fiend

Yo yo
Trap money, on my shoulders
Can't even hold it
Got them promos
On my line yeah, which one to fuck with
Yo hustling for that shit, I ain't pouring nothing
Waiting on that shit, it gonna hit
Switch the swisher for a white owl yo
Sifting it, fuck with me, i'll fuck with you
How it gonna get, couldn't handle it
Moshpit
Moshpit
Moshpit
Moshpit
When i'll be on stage, all i'm seeing is chaos and shit
Backstage where's they getting funds
Yeah, I ain't giving out no funds yo
Wanna lick
Wanna lick
Wanna lick
Called up 20 bitches told em roll up all this weed
347 street yeah we jumping with the beat
Get up in the heat smoking all fucking our weed
Making our ears bleed man I turned into that fiend
Moshpit
Ay ay, let the bitch drive take the backseat
Ay beat them with your misery dismembering the body ay
Making it history preforming an autopsy
Leave the scene, take a flight to Nagasaki
Yeah Nagasaki, she hands me back to the answers cause they hard to copy
Yeah Pop an X now i'm feeling frosty
Told the prosecutor the victim is some dog meat
Ay yeah
3-4-7 street yeah we jumping with that beat

Called up 20 bitches told em roll up all this weed
347 street yeah we jumping with the beat
Get up in the heat smoking all fucking our weed
Making our ears bleed man I turned into that fiend



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Writer(s): Cameron Berzewski
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