FEININ'

Don't wanna talk,
I just wanna get the guap!
Pu-pu-put yo name on block,
Out my face go take a walk
Go-go grab a perc,
Mix it with the X it got me feinin'!

She a thot, off the block,
She just wanna drop the top
Cruisin' down to main street,
Who say that we ain't got this locked?
Do what I do, come and pushup,
We gon' slide right through
762's and them bullets leave you leakin'

Yeah I did it by myself,
And I didn't need no help, aye
Chrome hearts on the shelf,
Diamonds ice they might just melt, aye

Chasin' down a bag,
See his toe he got a tag
Go to sleep and geek,
Hit the show and then repeat it!

Bra-bra-brand new forces,
Rock it with balenci jeans
Havin' dreams, finna pop out at the scene,
And-and-and get it by all means

This lil' bih I know she on some shit
I know that she be trynna fuck the team
Goin' down and that's not me
Stayin' mad, no I just couldn't be

Ki-Kick that dumb hoe out,
'cause she just spilled my lean
I-I know she into me, aye
But i just wanna smoke my enemies,
And count up on the cash machine!

Trynna stay off drugs,
This shit hard can't get no love
(Buh buh buh buh), 10k in a month,
Wi-with these songs this shit gon' come

Pu-put my trust above,
I don't trust 'cause they just bluff
Money gonna plus,
And you know that it's for Buzz!

Don't wanna talk,
I just wanna get the guap!
Pu-pu-put yo name on block,
Out my face go take a walk
Go-go grab a perc,
Mix it with the X it got me feinin'!

She a thot, off the block,
She just wanna drop the top
Cruisin' down to main street,
Who say that we ain't got this locked?
Do what I do, come and pushup,
We gon' slide right through
762's and them bullets leave you leakin'



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