Feelo Dez - A1 (feat. Scotty2x)

Aye
One, one
Aye
You ready
Okay
Stern, firm, young with a laidback tongue
Yeah, the aim is to achieve by any means under the sun
Ain't nobody safe, some do anything for a sum
Lose yo' mind over the green, lose yo' life over a gun
Still, you couldn't snatch my purpose, or my focus if you damn tried
Man ya' landlines, got the Taliban on stand by
Look who scratched the surface, blowing up just like a landmine
Got it out the mud, now I got 'em by a landslide
Can I, kick it? Yes, I do this with my hands tied
This is not a stick-up, I need you to putcho' hands high
(Get 'em high)
Mic drop, told 'em just keep rolling
Life don't stop, said it just keep going
For now, it's going down like some brain on the spot
Talking A1 top, and she love deep throating
Lost up in the sauce, I got that mesquite, make her say Mmm Mmm
Body milky chocolate, yeah that Nesquik made me say yoo-hoo
Niggas think it's sweet until they see you grinding on YouTube
Wonder how he did it, now he winning, I can show you too
Easy A
I'm on a mission like GTA
Ride through my city no ETA
I drive to the green on my PGA
Go check my GPA
Easy A
I'm on my mission like GTA
Ride through my city no ETA
Might slide in some kitty, no PDA
Hoe check my GPA
Easy A
I'm on my mission like GTA
Ride through my city no ETA
I drive to the green on my PGA
Go check my GPA
Easy A
I'm on my mission like GTA
Ride through my city no ETA
Might slide in some kitty, no PDA
Hoe check my GPA
Putcho' hands up
Yeah, this 'dat new anthem
Youngin on the come up
And I put that on my damned son
Putcho' hands up
Yeah, this 'dat new anthem
Youngins on the come up
And I put that on my grandson
Down to my last, they ain't help when I got it
Just left the bank, had to make a deposit
Post at the trap, I been blowing on gas
Bags in the back wit' 10 more in the closet
Put in the work, now they paying attention
Pavin' the way for these niggas to listen
I'm 'bout my business, can't fuck with these bitches
Run up the tab, I might fuck up some digits
Aye
I just might cruise through the city
My windows is tinted, I'm ridin' with BG
Pussy like water I'm callin' her Fiji
I keep a strap every time that you see me
Stay by myself, I get hungry and greedy
I got a vision, I'm back at the Telly
Racks in my pockets, some more in the belly
I been a beast, what the fuck you gon tell me
Straight from the East, yeah this shit can get heavy
Loaded and ready, I'm wit' it
I can't forget it
Only took less than a minute
R.I.P. Tails we don' did it
All of my bitches, they stay in the kitchen
Servin'em up like they packin' for children
But I can't be lackin' bitch get back to business
Ain't servin' crack, but it look like we dealin'
Ah ah
Easy A
I'm on my mission like GTA
Ride through my city no ETA
I drive to the green on my PGA
Go check my GPA
Easy A
I'm on my mission like GTA
Ride through my city no ETA
Might slide in some kitty, no PDA
Hoe check my GPA
Easy A
I'm on my mission like GTA
Ride through my city no ETA
I drive to the green on my PGA
Go check my GPA
Easy A
I'm on my mission like GTA
Ride through my city no ETA
Might slide in some kitty, no PDA
Hoe check my GPA
Easy A

Written by:
DEZMON WEATHERS, NATHAN SCOTT JR

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