RCXD - I Can't Feel
Please just save your tales, I done heard enough
Whole gang breaded up
Swag it been turned on
Raf, it come no chrome, yeah
Bitches blow my phone up
They can't seem to hold us, talkin' like they know us
Smokin' jealousy the weed don't need no pill
N****s on that envy shit that trust ah get you killed
Bitch I had yo back for real
Mama crib you was my dear
Ain't no man here that I fear
Double cup I switch the gear
Disappear, on em
I'm the new hottest commodity bitch Ima get it man
Run it up, run it up, run it up some like a fitness man
And ya bitch she in love with my smile, shoutout my dentist man
I been cookin' up shit for a while they wouldn't think I did it, man
I did em' in
Stick to the script tryna stack up my chips
Bitch in my ear and she talkin' my head off I might call a lyft
I spy a cutie now she on my radar, I might have to kill
I like it better when ain't got no make up, show me the real
Please just save your tales, I done heard enough
Whole gang breaded up
Swag it been turned on
Raf, it come no chrome, yeah
Bitches blow my phone up
They can't seem to hold us, talkin' like they know us
Everything I needed is in inside of me
Know the vibe with me
You can't lie to me, wear my heart on sleeve
That's how it gotta be
I can't try to be not nothing less or more than what I am
N****s they was poppin' way before us on the gram
But I ain't let that discourage none I just stuck to my hand
And these hoes ain't none that hoe ah fuck right on ya mans, damn
Hardly do romance now
Most these hoes be fanned out, still ain't get a handout
I got that dope, yeah that she that she like
My thoughts they be heavy, it make that shit light
Diamonds they hittin' it looks like a fight
Ain't got no rubber I tell her goodnight
Please just save your tales, I done heard enough
Whole gang breaded up
Swag it been turned on
Raf, it come no chrome, yeah
Bitches blow my phone up
They can't seem to hold us, talkin' like they know us
Written by:
Reign Watkins
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