Ceehuncho - Feel

Yea
Cee Huncho
It look like love but it feel like hate
I can't comprehend
It seem real but everything fake
Like it's pretend
I was up then went down
I'm tryna be up on the top again
Why the fuck I'm lonely every night?
I got a lot of friends
Empty
Big Silverado ZR2 It's a Chevy
Prepackaged California eighth
Peanut butter jelly
Oh you want an exotic dog?
Here's a link up to my tele
I don't need to trick I'm used to slanging meat
Just like a deli
I still be in the trap with my bitch
Runnin' up that fetty
I'm tryna live to 99 plus
Just like I'm Betty
Take one of my opps question they ass
Soft white underbelly
Oh he got a story to tell?
We ah turn it to a fairy
He steady cappin talking fairy tales
I could still be rich even if I lost my clientele
Bro messed up he don't want money
He just wanna kill
Dawg don't even wanna hit the blunt
He just want a pill
I don't want no cracked open wok
I'm finna get a seal
Cee Huncho almost up a hundred racks
That's without a deal
Take music away and you'd be nothing
You don't know how to deal
Before all this shit talkin'
I was thumbing through them bills
Bro this ain't no football match
But dawgy runnin' drills
Half zip to the face got me numbing
I don't wanna feel
Once the poles come out Glock take over
It don't feel real
Battle wounds let the metal fight like it's Real Steel
I got the assist bro ran him down
That's a team kill
Get hit with that R.I.C.O
He gon' fold and take a plea deal
I'm in Nebraska wit' a Glock on me
Zip and three seals
You ain't really come up in the streets
Bro let's be real
Up a gun only the military have
I ain't a Navy Seal
Put a custom wrap on dat bitch
Its navy and teal
Have you ever stuffed A eight rock underneath yo heel?
Not everyone can shit talk like me
It take a bit of skill
Im tryna make some char buffed wings
Imma get a grill
By the time I'm thirty years old
Imma have a bill
I'm talking about a billion
That's wit' a big B
I ain't talking about a million
I couldn't even eat
I had to get up off that Ritalin
Dropped exotic pops with RMC
Shoutout Michigan
I just bought a pint of red from a senior citizen
Girly hispanic but look black she Dominican
This Wockhardt I got more tropical than Caribbean
Try to fuck with us he get sent into oblivion
Fuckin' on a South American she Bolivian
Drownin' in that pussy almost like I'm an amphibian
Whip out pole on plug I need 100 percent discount
My bitch Italian she cook Alfredo wit' her tits out
A million cash stuffed in the sofa this big couch
I got a chokehold around the opps they boutta tap out
I'm talking' bout the oppositions
Before I go down on yo bitch I give her body kisses
Walk into UPS with the box
Imma Roddy Rich it
Forty shots to my car but I ain't hit
All he shoot is misses
Three sum in the back of the car
I got foggy windows
Tryin new shit poured a four in A Pepsi Crystal
You all bark and I got more dog than a puppy kennel
Methamphetamine eroding his teeth
He need a new dental
I ain't really worried 'cuz everyday a paper day
I put the Faygo's up
And poured a deuce in my Gatorade
The .45 shoot past his ears
Gave him a taper fade
I'm feeling' kinda tired
Imma serve you at a later date
Okay, this beat chill as fuck
He asked me for the top exotics
Gave him the middle one
This a full freestyle
Not the written one
I just copped a 43x this a little gun
And yea I'm gettin' bows off myself
But I middle some
Talkin' bout a opp that ain't got smoked?
Not a single one
Oh you want to place a hit?
Consider it done
I do drills by myself
You be with someone
Cee Huncho bitch

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Cee Huncho

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