You Feel Me? Lyrics

We ain't got sticks we got hammers we pull we go panoramic we going bizzak

She ain't got no where to go so she sippin that yak

She wanna roll with the gang, she wearing my chains cuz she wanna flex on the gram

I wanna know what they saying, I'm trynna decide if I want me the Benz or the lamb

Gon off the powder I'm doing the most

Totting the 30 he turn to a ghost

Cookin the bread up im making some toast

She way too geeky she take off her clothes

Yeah patek phillipe is doing me great

She finish school and then she give me brain

I'm off the juicy man I feel insane

He cut me off lil boy stay in yo lane

I just been high off the remedie yeah

Slipping and sliding I'm making it wet

I'll make a mill by the end of the year

You ain't got stress boy I'm taking the urus

I don't want smoke you could already tell

Pour me some red like I'm going to hell

Pills on the table to deal with the pain

Spoon full of sugar you feel what I'm sayin?

(Wait hold on run that back run that back hold on, let's go)

Yeah

I got the, She got the, It's gonna

We finna, I got the

I got the uh I got the

I hit from the back it sounded like

I hit em up

Yea yea

You on you own

Rocking V lone

Just got a check

Boutta get blown

She give bone

Now that lil white girl wanna be on my song

I'm like ok

What do they want

What they sayin

I got the funds I'm in the mussain

I hit from the front I'm lookin like bane

And you hitting nothing you is a lame

I, I, I, I, I just been high off the remedie yeah

Slipping and sliding I'm making it wet

I'll make a mill by the end of the year

You ain't got stress boy I'm taking the urus

I don't want smoke you could already tell

Pour me some red like I'm going to hell

Pills on the table to deal with the pain

Spoon full of sugar you feel what I'm sayin?

Yeah ok, yeah ok, yeah ok,

(Yeah I like that there, they might have to run that back hold on)

Yeah, yeahyea