Feenin’

Ayo, Pluto, you goin' brazy

Ayy, pour some more 'cause I can't taste it

Get it up off the floor, that shit keep wasting

Nigga fall in love with that ho, that shit be crazy

They say my block got that shit like 1980

This that high, my name Slim Shady

This that California, girl, I ain't talking Saweetie, I'm talking Katy

This that cash money shit, I ain't talking Juvie, I'm talking Baby

Pull up on fuck shit, nigga know I flip like Dooda if you play with me

I don't duck shit, titties look like hooters on this K with me

Pull up leaning, codeining

Percocets make perfect sex

She feening, she need it

I don't know why this bitch ain't working yet

Niggas hiding, where they at?

Them boys ain't stop lurking yet

Detectives say you murdered that

Boy, I ain't never heard of that

I'll pull up flashing, I'm having

Tell them boys get up with me

Take the backend and stash it

'Cause them niggas get hit up for free

Ayy, what's your passion? You rapping?

And I'll shoot this bitch up like threes

Big four O, got it holding my jeans

Nigga, I'll wet this bitch up like Lee

Nigga, I see nothing but red like squeeze

Rapping, I'll go back out East

1-2-2-8, trying to buy, not lease

And put them college funds up for my niece

Commissary, that's for Caprice

My brother raised a fucking beast

Know he told me some shit that stuck with me

He say "If a nigga fuck with me"

Pull up leaning, codeining

Percocets make perfect sex

She feening, she need it

I don't know why this bitch ain't working yet

Niggas hiding, where they at?

Them boys ain't stop lurking yet

Detectives say you murdered that

Boy, I ain't never heard of that

Fresher than the pastor, like what chapter?

I got what you looking for, just meet me in the chapel

I'm the words of Ms. Barbara, you sporty bastard

What you got to say 'bout "I'ma just roll a fat one"

Ayy, I heard what a name just died round there on, shh

I'ma roll it after

If she ain't the baddest, okay, who badder?

I post her but don't at her

Don't care who had her, that shit don't matter

And that ass been getting fatter

Shit smell like Texico, I only want the best to smoke

Ayy, they know who run 904, I'm like El Chapo in Mexico

Block the ho, don't text the ho

Don't pop no more, I'm stressing though

Don't drink no more, I tried it

But this shit here come from Texas though

Without it I can't rest no more

Counting up my blessings at the Westin with my weapon on me

Ayy, this just for protection though

Pull up leaning, codeining

Percocets make perfect sex

She feening, she need it

I don't know why this bitch ain't working yet

Niggas hiding, where they at?

Them boys ain't stop lurking yet

Detectives say you murdered that

Boy, I ain't never heard of that

I'll pull up flashing, I'm having

Tell them boys get up with me

Take the backend and stash it

'Cause them niggas get hit up for free

Ayy, what's your passion? You rapping?

And I'll shoot this bitch up like threes

Big four O, got it holding my jeans

Nigga, I'll wet this bitch up like Lee