Feelings

(14 turn me up son)
You might think its flag football
Niggas pullin' shit off they hips
That lil' bitch wasn't born like that
She put fillers all in her lips
He might think he Frito Lay
He bringing boxes, all the chips
Box of switches, you dumb bitches
Go put the bodies in double digits
Go hit the gun store
Buy some widgets
Pull all on they shit
Hear crickets
Make a bitch disappear
She tripping
Diamonds be crystal clear
Come and kiss em'
I got a big chop
Keep ya distance
Know that we flippin' blocks
It's Olympics
Boy we don't care bout hoes
They worth some pennies
Hell yeah, I done shut down Lenox
I done fucked up Bal Harbour too
All of my niggas gone keep me
Guarded too
I like uppers done did a few
Bars or Two
Go Margiela, Hop out
In the freshest suit
My Florida bitch, like Teslas too
Not cars
Im talking bout tablets, stupid
Carbon Fiber
Let the engine loosen
Living in this shit
Living through it
Huh, let me get into it
I done did like 3 tours
I ain't grow up with chores
Nigga, we do this shit like morals
I'm the nigga, kick down the doors
She killed herself, s- doors
Ride with killers
Might sign a lawyer
Retainer fee, I don't walk in court



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Writer(s): Aaron Harbor
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