AntDeez - Felonies

Look at all these felonies
Bond money ain't shi the po hold is what be stressing me
Crackas want me in all greys like annotomys
I chased a bag you chased a bitch why tf you mad at me
Did a turnaround on that z turned it too a P
Anybody shoot fa me got accuracy
Black suits tombstone suck a catastrophe
Mention my dead bros it's like a mention you gotta get at me

keep a 40 and a 9 like San Fran
can't lil boy me wen I'm the damn man
All I do is blow wins like a damn fan

And I'm always wit yo beach like sum damn sand
Put yo foot down on dat bitch make her hit the road Drop yo nuts lul nigga come and grab some bowls
This shi cheap I be discreet I got za and lows
Gotta stay high just to balance out my lows
Street lights on are hips we keep a pole
Bullets spread like germs catch a common cold
Police grab me whole name only thing I knowww
interrogations yu niggas origami folddddd
Pop x blow O's hugs & kisses
Ima shooting star duck I got wishes
Can't fail I pass that hoe like a fuckin mission
All my bros call me Scottie cus I keep it pimpin
Blue tips broke his leg na tha nikka limpin
How u broke wit no money wen it's being print'd
Rules ain't meant to be broke so nikka just bend it
Hoes ain't meant to be kept ima ina mood of giving
FUCK DAT IM REALLY INA MOOD OF SINNING
Fuck dat I'm really Ina mood of gritting
Grab da scale a couple bags
Mac and me tippin

Leg shot wasn't shi go dig up yo mentions
Pump fake get the foul that's 2 fa flinchin
Glock like a bitch hips it's always switching
Favorite room in da house always Ben da kitchen
Pump fake get the foul that's two for flinching

Written by:
Anthony Mcneal

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