8/2/21

(KadoeMadeDaSlap, you feel me?)

I don't really feel niggas but, ya know
I feel it
Y'all know what the fuck going on

Hmm, aye
Been done did my lil dance on they crum ass
Nigga, I can't believe you still stressing 'bout that cum rag
Just let the streets have her and hop in that one bag
Unless you don't know how to do that shit with yo' lil dumb ass
I'm finna run this shit up to a hundred mill
But I don't run fast
I know you heard about the turtle race
Blowing Turtle Pie to the face
And I can't pass it
Fuck the turtle race, we blowing straight pass 'em
I don't chase rabbits
I'm trying to break bad habits
I got the bag nasty
Got niggas saying "dag nabbit"
'Cause they cannot pass me
I get real good at mathematics
When you talking 'bout some cash shit
Looking at the bag and it keep adding
No subtracting
I know they hate to see we gaining traction
Finna blow right past em
I put my feelings in a plastic bag
And took it out on trash day
These niggas ass as fuck
Couldn't even fuck with me on my bad days
And no cap I did this whole EP off top
Just in one damn day
This shit child's play, really too easy
I'm having my way
They said the bottom prepare you
For how those at the top play
I provided feasts for niggas that still
Came and took off my plate, then
Turned around and tried to reach they hand out
I did not shake
Niggas move around this bitch like they invincible
But everybody got they day
(Yeah everybody got they day)
You probably think folding on me was little
But you capped like you was not no snake
(Nigga get the fuck out my face)
Finna roll this Lemon Cherry Gelato
When I finish, yeah I'm 'bout to face
(All my crud got the exotic taste)
I don't pay it no mind
When niggas say they on my level
Shit they probably laced

Alright I'm off this bitch I ain't gone lie



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Writer(s): Roy Fields Iii
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