You Feel Me

[Intro]
Yup, haha
You feel me?
All day [?], for real, you know I'm sayin'? *laughs*
I just be chillin', doin me, you know I'm sayin'?
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah

[Verse]
I be laughin’ at the petty shit, I swear to God, you niggas silly
All my hoes bad, all my bitches – they be sittin’ pretty
First bussdown I ever seen was of my Uncle Billy
Middle school, my Uncle Mike dropped the white 550
All hoes mad at me, tellin’ me I need some help
Whipped out a 20-ball and told that bitch to help herself
Young nigga winnin’, diamonds, water on me– Michael Phelps
Could give a fuck about some shoes, I rather go and grab the belt
Moncler on my back cost me fifteen-hunid
What’s around my waist cost a QP of Kush Onion
Plain shirt on my body cost me ‘bout two-some
Took your bitch to [?], it cost me ‘bout a loose hunid
Ain’t no nigga talkin’ like me, ain’t no nigga walkin’ like me
So much ice upon my body, lookin’ like I’m playin’ hockey
All these niggas tryna stop me, all they bitches tryna mop me
Yeah, crib in the ‘burbs, you can’t even find me
Young OG, everybody in my city know me
Nigga, can you tell the time on that fake Roley?
Put that lil’ shit up
Bitch, you see I’m lit up
Don’t walk up in here with your bitch
‘cause she bound to get fucked
A cool couple racks on me, still the youngest in the bar
Flirtin’ with the waitress, tryna get some head in the car
Yeah, that’s how I get, I get it how I live
Your bitch see me, got to droolin’, buy that bitch a bib
Yeah, I talk that one shit, your wife a bum bitch
Come and get some money, nigga, fuck the tough shit
Yeah, I was taught to run it up, only care about my bucks
If you ain’t got five to your name, then shut the fuck up
Bitch, I’m only nineteen, and I only like green
Them blue hunids cool, they be gettin’ stuck to my jeans
I ain’t never served a fiend, you be out here sellin’ dreams
I’m the type to get a bad bitch and let her count my cheese, nigga

[Outro]
*Laughs* you feel me?