Felonies Lyrics

Yeah

Oh woah

Yeah

Hey

Its Juke

Deuce ace

Aye

I been grinding with this shit I know a nigga see

A bossed up young nigga with some felonies

In case some shit is getting sour keep a lemon squeeze

I hit a stripper for a hour made her give me cheese

A couple racks in a hour that's my kind of day

I want a bil' with some power like Kanye

I hit a nigga with the flour that's that none yay

A bad bitch with a bag she Beyonce

I'm gone I can't feel my face

Nigga I been getting hoes since Myspace

Back back pussy nigga you in my way

Glad bag with the bricks nigga don't play

Nigga say I ain't getting money nigga he lying

He ain't really got racks nigga keep trying

If a nigga catch a case can you be silent

Yeah he keep it on his waist nigga he violent

He ain't really in the trap I heard his jewelry fake

Water tap gold chains look lemonade

I lift weights bitch I flex like Jeff Hardy

It's Jiggy Juke and I pulled up with six Barbies

A real cowgirl she ride like the dick Harley

A real P I don't really ever kiss hardly

A real shooter boy my niggas never miss target

I did time stood tall had to discharge it

Niggas theatric today

Mama keep saying put your weapon away

Pink Runtz smoke it all to the face

Nigga disrespect he fall on his face

Hey

I put it all on the line

I know a real nigga smell me

Ain't shit you can tell me

It's murder my mind

And nigga this load can get heavy

Send God to come get me

I got the sauce I ain't talking spaghetti

I'm draped in designer I'm stepping Giuseppe

Niggas be lurking I'm keeping my weapon

Just cleared a check might go get some baguettes

Niggas imposter they might need a Oscar

Get blow like Ibaka

Real G's on my roster

My clip it got hollows

I lead I don't follow

Keep losing my homies I'm feeling the sorrow

I been grinding with this shit I know a nigga see

A bossed up young nigga with some felonies

In case some shit is getting sour keep a lemon squeeze

I hit a stripper for a hour made her give me cheese

A couple racks in a hour that's my kind of day

I want a bil' with some power like Kanye

I hit a nigga with the flour that's that none yay

A bad bitch with a bag she Beyonce

I'm gone I can't feel my face

Nigga I been getting hoes since Myspace

Back back pussy nigga you in my way

Glad bag with the bricks nigga don't play

Nigga say I ain't getting money nigga he lying

He ain't really got racks nigga keep trying

If a nigga catch a case can you be silent

Yeah he keep it on his waist nigga he violent

He ain't really in the trap I heard his jewelry fake

Water tap gold chains look lemonade

I lift weights bitch I flex like Jeff Hardy

It's Jiggy Juke and I pulled up with six Barbies

A real cowgirl she ride like the dick Harley

A real P I don't really ever kiss hardly

A real shooter boy my niggas never miss target

I did time stood tall had to discharge it