Feel That

Ha! Look!

Ok now usually I don't do this

But your ass, got me turnt up

Popping all that pussy, booty bouncing

I got a ounce, roll up

Wanna see you get loose

Take my credit card, thats my account

Lamborghini's on me, just so I can see that bitch ride around

Everything I do, all the ace in the air, better hide these hoes

I do it like a show

About an hour forty five and I'm out the door

I'm fly as hell with my clientele, my pockets swole

Got girls on them niggas, running from them bitches

Make a nigga rock n roll

I'ma hold my set up

Elevate like nigga do better

But if one night, I gotta take a life

You gon see the residue from my biretta

I got way too many bitches on me

For me to be lonely

To worry about a bitch that might be fucking a homie

Low key, never that

I pull up with 40

Back up mothafucka, don't act like you know me

I be in that trap

When a nigga was 13, I did that

Saw them jordan 13’s

Sold an ounce nigga I'm gon get that

Got that hunger for that pussy

I'm up here, that cloud nine

Smoking all of my shit

Now she feeling like she a mile high

Feel that, won't you feel that

Murder, murder

Girl I'm gon kill that

Throw it in the air

Where you live at

If I get it tonight

You bringing that shit back

Never gon get it like this

Never gon, never gon get it like this

I got the bud, you fucked up

Playing that future, lightyears

In vip put your purse right here

Ass and your glass up, lets cheer

And this party never stops until I fuck every girl in here

Okay I'm 23 tryna get billions

V.a nigga on a stage and a nigga paid

Niggas better pay me millions

Every time that I hit it

And I blaze on a winter day

What you mean I'm hoggin

I'm ballin hard

While you other niggas in the lane

Tryna violate

3 Seconds in the paint

23 I'm mj

Too much

I got

Fuck nigga that’s your problem

Open her mouth up, open her mouth up

Give me the bottle

Oh shit, your bitch, she about to swallow

You smoking weed while I'm boo'ed up

Taking two l's apollo

Nigga try to call her tomorrow

That number change

That’s my bitch

You crying about it, unfollow

Direct message to my dick

Cause you never gon do it like this

Never gon, never gon do it like this

I was singing as a kid

But now I'm 23 with a clip

Dj better play my shit

Feel that, won't you feel that

Murder, murder

Girl I'm gon kill that

Throw it in the air

Where you live at

If I get it tonight

You bringing that shit back

Okay now this is for my homies

Them niggas that never really had shit

Now everything I'm owning

You pay me in songs, that’s a bad bitch

Red chucks and that cali life

My niggas riding for me

Rata tatata tatata tatat

All them hoes singing jeep cherokee

And your bitch about to roll out

Visit her house, fuck on the couch

Touching my dick, girl it's a pull out

Popping a molly, fucking with bitches that fool around

Smoking that good, we start fuckin, I put it down

So baby what’s the hold up

Ima turn you over

But lets turn it like that

I know you feel that, feel that, feel that, feel that shit right now

Feel that, won't you feel that

Murder, murder

Girl I'm gon kill that

Throw it in the air

Where you live at

If I get it tonight

You bringing that shit back