Ya Feel Me

[Intro]
I'm done speakin'
Said I'm done speakin', bitch, hush
(Fuck your producer, my beats is by Meexhie)

[Chorus]
Jumped straight off the porch and I just went straight to that junkie shit
Mom told me I need to chill, but mom, you raised a savage shit
Brother hit me on the phone, like, "Damn, bitch, you been acting, bitch"
Told me that he think I need to lock in with this rappin' shit, so fuck it
Shit, I need the whole school to teach all my students about hustlin'
They told me, "Do not fuck groupies and fans", but shit, they fuckin'
Got a gun, but you ain't gon' shoot it, I up mine and I bust it
I be way too high and way to fly to be around here tusslin'

[Verse]
You feel me?
I got niggas mad and in they feelings, wan' kill me (Wan' kill me)
I got niggas hatin', they want to decease mе, wan' be me
'Cause thеy ho wan' fuck me and wan' eat me, wan' eat me
It ain't my fault she freaky
How I 'posed to have some love for these hoes in these Chrome Hearts?
My partner, down the road, he in the jaunt ballin' like Long Jordan
And all of them got cellular devices, I don't miss a call
FaceTiming, listening to my songs, like, "Bitch, you go off"
I been geekin', take her to the room, I wanna know, Victoria's Secret
Talking 'bout she do not fuck for free, well, sorry, you can keep it
All I know is ballin', I can not go for no cheap shit
It's all about the profit, necklace, faucet, got me sea sick

[Chorus]
Jumped straight off the porch and I just went straight to that junkie shit
Mom told me I need to chill, but mom, you raised a savage shit
Brother hit me on the phone, like, "Damn, bitch, you been acting, bitch"
Told me that he think I need to lock in with this rappin' shit, so fuck it
Shit, I need the whole school to teach all my students about hustlin'
They told me, "Do not fuck groupies and fans", but shit, they fuckin'
Got a gun, but you ain't gon' shoot it, I up mine and I bust it
I be way too high and way to fly to be around here tusslin'