Feenin’

[Intro]
Ayo, Pluto, you goin' brazy

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Pos-Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
Nigga, I see nothing but red like Squeeze
Fuck rapping, I'll go back out East
1228, 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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
Pull up 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

[Chorus]
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

[Pos-Chorus]
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