Feelin It Killin It

They say, They say, They say

They say AH you be killin it, Dog is you feelin it?

Stupid dope lines nigga, Dom is you dealin it?

This my rough draft nigga live on that dealer shit

Guess what I'm gone drive when I drive off the dealership

Red leather seats, black trim on some Thriller shit

Boppin like a Boss Rick Ross on my Killin shit [x3]

I don't really like you, you just gotta deal with it

I can press the line though, you just gotta chill with it

Everybody got they own lane till I'm stealin it

And everybody got they own chain till I'm stealin it

The way I spit gold nigga you could say I'm grillin it

Fresh like the prince bitch, you could say I'm Willin it

Buyin all expensive shit, you can say I'm Hillin it

Throwin niggas out the house you can say I'm Philin it

Getting head in bathrooms, you can say I'm illin it

And You could say I'm feelin it

You could say I'm killin it

They say AH you be killin it, dog is you feelin it?

Stupid dope lines nigga, Dom is you dealin it?

Leimert Park nigga on my mom we be killin it

B-S-O-D on my mom we be spillin it

If murder was the case I'm like naw bitch I'm innocent

Gangsta LA on arm lookin ignorant

It ain't even ready yet, you could say we mixin it

Baby ain't my girlfriend but you could say we kickin it

Spit that motivational, I just don't be preachin it

I know how to add fool, I just don't be teachin it

See me in some foreign shit, I just won't be leasin it

My Dickies lookin good too, I just don't be creasin it

Dom in other cities now, bitches want a piece of it

Don't be chasin waterfalls, I just hope she Creepin it

Gettin like 25 to life for concealin it

And you could say I'm feelin it

You could say I'm killin it

Ay Yo, I'm a let these niggas know, I ain't for the dumb shit

Daddy name Vince but, I ain't on that young shit

Ladies love to kick it cause we be on that fun shit

Keep a pair of air max yea I'm tryin to run shit

Talk about flavor uh, you could say I'm margarine

Black and Silver Whips, yea you could say we Raided it

Yea we did a song together you just said they hated it

But they ain't got no choice cause the DJ keep on playin it

Rollin with a Kennedy got life lookin differently

Linkin with the homie got the West Side feelin me

Shuttin down stadiums, you could say we Sheain shit

If you ain't familiar then you could say we Yankee shit

Champion at 26 yea I'm on my Yankee shit

When you out of time yea you could say I'm spankin it

You could call me Benjamin, I'm just bein Frank with it

I'm a put her ass to bed, you just here to blanket it

Ah man, I just gotta be honest man, for that money for that Gwap, for that Peso, for them dividends, for them Euro's for them Pounds, for that Lira, for whatever it is you spendin put that money on ya boy Skiddidididot from the bliddidididock and my man Dom Kennedy from Leimert Park, What's Cool?