Feel Me?
I got your bitch in the crib
She touching her toes I'm touching her ribs
Feel me?
Money do flips
Gang just like Pringles stacking them chips
Feel me?
Yah smoking mid
I'm used to pressure, so what is this?
Feel me?
Who talking shit?
Better contain fore I pop his lid
Feel me?
Feel me?
Feel me?
Feel me?
I tell that bitch how it is
After I finish she can't keep the kid
Feel me?
Fuck what I spend
Gimme a minute, I'll stack it again
I got your bitch in the crib
She touching her toes I'm touching her ribs
Feel me?
Money do flips
Gang just like Pringles stacking them chips
Feel me?
Yah smoking mid
I'm used to pressure, so what is this?
Feel me?
Who talking shit?
Better contain fore I pop his lid
Feel me?
They gotta feel me (yah yah yah yah)
I can not surround myself with goofies (nah nah nah nah)
Spilt my 1800 on my ksubis (I just, shit, fuck)
I feel like I'm dreaming but it's lucid (ayeeeeee)
Cap Tsu gon ball you can not guard
He think he tough till I Pull his card
Niggas get beat for acting all hard
Go Ballerina your whole Boulevard
Yahhhhh
Nigga watch your mouth don't start
Pop a nigga like two bars
I send them shots like a dart
I'll take that Lil bitch heart
I'll take yo bitch don't tempt me
She gave me top when she met me
Nigga iced out Wayne Gretzski
Nigga too smart like Bentley
Sly copper reference you ain't catch it fuck it
Go ghost like Danny on these hoes they ain't nothing
Wanna be my only one told her she bugging
Shawty around me for something
Try touch my cheese I back out the Mac
I can not deal with no rats,
The Vision HD I see the cap
Lil nigga don't lack
Real niggas they feel me the fake ones just envy
And we just go leave it at that
Real niggas they feel me the fake ones just envy
And we just go leave it at that
I got your bitch in the crib
She touching her toes, I'm touching her ribs
Feel me?
Money do flips
Gang just like Pringles stacking them chips
Feel me?
Yah smoking mid
I'm used to pressure, so what is this?
Feel me?
Who talking shit?
Better contain fore I pop his lid
Feel me?
Feel me?
Feel me?
Feel me?
I tell that bitch how it is
After I finish she can't keep the kid
Feel me?
Fuck what I spend
Gimme a minute, I'll stack it again
I got your bitch in the crib
She touching her toes I'm touching her ribs
Feel me?
Money do flips
Gang just like Pringles stacking them chips
Feel me?
Yah smoking mid
I'm used to pressure, so what is this?
Feel me?
Who talking shit?
Better contain fore I pop his lid
Feel me?
She touching her toes I'm touching her ribs
Feel me?
Money do flips
Gang just like Pringles stacking them chips
Feel me?
Yah smoking mid
I'm used to pressure, so what is this?
Feel me?
Who talking shit?
Better contain fore I pop his lid
Feel me?
Feel me?
Feel me?
Feel me?
I tell that bitch how it is
After I finish she can't keep the kid
Feel me?
Fuck what I spend
Gimme a minute, I'll stack it again
I got your bitch in the crib
She touching her toes I'm touching her ribs
Feel me?
Money do flips
Gang just like Pringles stacking them chips
Feel me?
Yah smoking mid
I'm used to pressure, so what is this?
Feel me?
Who talking shit?
Better contain fore I pop his lid
Feel me?
They gotta feel me (yah yah yah yah)
I can not surround myself with goofies (nah nah nah nah)
Spilt my 1800 on my ksubis (I just, shit, fuck)
I feel like I'm dreaming but it's lucid (ayeeeeee)
Cap Tsu gon ball you can not guard
He think he tough till I Pull his card
Niggas get beat for acting all hard
Go Ballerina your whole Boulevard
Yahhhhh
Nigga watch your mouth don't start
Pop a nigga like two bars
I send them shots like a dart
I'll take that Lil bitch heart
I'll take yo bitch don't tempt me
She gave me top when she met me
Nigga iced out Wayne Gretzski
Nigga too smart like Bentley
Sly copper reference you ain't catch it fuck it
Go ghost like Danny on these hoes they ain't nothing
Wanna be my only one told her she bugging
Shawty around me for something
Try touch my cheese I back out the Mac
I can not deal with no rats,
The Vision HD I see the cap
Lil nigga don't lack
Real niggas they feel me the fake ones just envy
And we just go leave it at that
Real niggas they feel me the fake ones just envy
And we just go leave it at that
I got your bitch in the crib
She touching her toes, I'm touching her ribs
Feel me?
Money do flips
Gang just like Pringles stacking them chips
Feel me?
Yah smoking mid
I'm used to pressure, so what is this?
Feel me?
Who talking shit?
Better contain fore I pop his lid
Feel me?
Feel me?
Feel me?
Feel me?
I tell that bitch how it is
After I finish she can't keep the kid
Feel me?
Fuck what I spend
Gimme a minute, I'll stack it again
I got your bitch in the crib
She touching her toes I'm touching her ribs
Feel me?
Money do flips
Gang just like Pringles stacking them chips
Feel me?
Yah smoking mid
I'm used to pressure, so what is this?
Feel me?
Who talking shit?
Better contain fore I pop his lid
Feel me?
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Writer(s): Vernon Taylor Iii
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