FEEFA (feat. Gunna)

[Gunna]

Trapped on one stop, served my own block

Bought my own watch (own), loaded Glock

Lettin' that thing pop (pop), they can't freeze us (freeze us)

Skybox, we been at the top, they can't see us (see us)

Twelve knocks, fucked the dirty cops (hey, Michael)

They can't seize nothing

Big shot, fuck that little thot

I don't need y'all

I stay high, fucked her and forgot, like amnesia

Real fly, yellow Prada socks, Bumblebee, huh?

Went and got Dior suit and tie, Christian clean, huh?

[6ix9ine]

The streets so cold, gotta ride wit' a pole

Gotta stay ready for the smoke 'cause niggas tryna take my soul

I can't go, thought niggas was my bros, but they changed though

Niggas don't know shit 'bout that

How the fuck a nigga switch like that?

Gotta ride with a stick 'bout that

Put a rip from the hip like that

Keep it around me, I can't never lie

Niggas around me, they stay with the strap

Move from around me, or you could get whacked

I see an opp and I'm leaving my flight, oh-oh

[Gunna]

Percocet, bitches on me, I'm a walking brand

Stacking these bands, show like 80 a grand

Hoes in the sprinter van

Pulling up spraying, puttin' hoes in the trash cans

I'ma erase your man

Gunna again, I ain't never follow your trend

Nigga, you do what you can

Trapped on one stop, served my own block

Bought my own watch (own), loaded Glock

Lettin' that thing pop (pop), they can't freeze us (freeze us)

Skybox, we been at the top, they can't see us (see us)

Twelve knocks, fucked the dirty cops (hey, Michael)

They can't seize nothing

Big shot, fuck that little thot

I don't need y'all

I stay high, fucked her and forgot, like amnesia

Real fly, yellow Prada socks, Bumblebee, huh?

Went and got, Dior suit and tie, Christian clean, huh?

[6ix9ine]

I can't sleep, just took 'em off the team

Had to break it down to three, get on one knee

I prayed to the Lord that He'd watch my family

Thinking this bitch gon' wait on me

Thinking my fans remember me

Thinking my friends remember me

Nigga, don't switch up on me

Can't tell me shit, 'specially not no bitch

Ten for ten with this shit

I'ma still drop these hits

I'ma still pop my shit

Got a Draco with the kick

Glock .30, hollow tips

Ride around with that shit all on my hip

See an opp, let it hit

Lately, I been on some suck my dick shit

Bitch, I'm stressing, oh, bitch, I'm stressing

Mama saying: Don't cry, count your blessings

I can't sleep, I can't sleep

Hey, Michael

I can't, uh