Feel It! ft. ItsDboy Lyrics

Bitch I'm on a mission, ain't no intermission

I'm like pass the fucking rock, ain't no way I'm missing

We talking down we catch you 'round, all that sneak dissing

And bitch I might just catch a body on a secret mission

Pull off in the audi on the fast lane

Bitch I'm selling packs

Since the 8th grade

And yeah I'm smoking on some gas and that shit good grade

No No we not the same

Always knew you was a lame

Knew you was a lame cause you ain't standing on shit

Oh yeah that's my bruddas bitch we standing on business

And we climbing to the top, punch my way right through the ceiling

Got this D right in her tummy and I know she start to feel it

Feel it

Feel it

Yeah I know she love this shit

Hit it from the back for every time that I be fucking it

If we go band for band lil bitch you know that I could fucking double it

I'm screaming fuck the law, we standing tall, we not even in trouble yet

Smoking ganja, getting bread shit that's what I'm about

You say all these things, put your money where your mouth is

I been in the trap, you ain't been down south

Smoking cat piss my bitch like the clout

Why you act hard? You ain't been around

I been with my bros and we got a pound

I been with my bros and we got around

Smoking on that cat piss

Yeah my bitch she ain't average

I pull off in a fast whip

God damn that 808 be feeling massive

That bitch be tryna tax it

Can't fuck no bitch that's average

God damn I dropped bout 30 on some glasses

VVS they bussin'

That bitch wanna fuck and cuff it

I just threw some bands like nothing

That bitch give me head like nothing

I be getting so much money, I be getting-