RME Skate - Feel Right

(Hit that shit Sosa)
2 cups stuffed, feel like thug when i'm sippin'
Bad bitch, dig my pimpin'
Cash out, & skrrt off the lot
New whip came tinted, hoes tryna see who in it
Ran up them bands on em, i done put my mans on
It don't feel right, when you the only one gettin' it
It don't feel right, when you the only one winnin'
It don't feel right, when you the only one spinnin'(Noooo)
Shit, I look like a lick
But don't try to rob, got my blick(Uhhh)
I knew some folks wasn't good for me, so I had to leave them alone
Not even safe where you stay, shooters shooting where you lay
Bullets, comin' through your home
Separate the real from the fake, and the love and the hate
Type of shit, that i'm on

Racks in the middle like Roddy, I'm smokin' Biscotti
My lil bitch, like scotty a hotty
Stack them hunnits on em, countin' blues so excited
Told my twin he gone see some mills, cause he solid
5 star crib, use to sleep on a pallet
I been with some slime, tryna shoot all the pilots
Balenciaga shoes, use to be New Balance
Steppin' on these fools, tryna see who really bout it
Lil Gotit with the stick, ima shoot it up shoot it up
I done caught a vibe, off the perc made her toot it up
RME keep flexin', they don't know what to do with us
I just do what I do, ain't really tryna prove none
Got love for my hoes, ain't really tryna lose none
Nick Cannon gun, yea this bitch hold a drum
Her pussy get wet for me, Skate make her cum
Pull up in a foreign, look like Akon
I swear i'm so different, not basic
Rich nigga, that's how I was born and raised
Ran up 100 racks, I was amazed
Tryna get out the trap, shit like a maze
Dick in her mouth, spray her face like it's mace
Drip came from Lenox, ain't shoppin' at Macy's
Fuck her good make her say, yea it's yours baby
I'm just tryna see, where this shit gone take me

2 cups stuffed, feel like thug when i'm sippin'
Bad bitch, dig my pimpin'
Cash out, & skrrt off the lot
New whip came tinted, hoes tryna see who in it
Ran up them bands on em, i done put my mans on
It don't feel right, when you the only one gettin' it
It don't feel right, when you the only one winnin'
It don't feel right, when you the only one spinnin'(Noooo)
Shit, I look like a lick
But don't try to rob, got my blick(Uhhh)
I knew some folks wasn't good for me, so I had to leave them alone
Not even safe where you stay, shooters shooting where you lay
Bullets, comin' through your home
Separate the real from the fake, and the love and the hate
Type of shit, that i'm on

Gotta watch, gotta watch how you move cause these niggas be fakin'
Sometimes ion even pop the pill, I just chew it up just to get a lil taste from it
Deep conversation with my dawg, had to put him on game
Tryna see, what he took from it
When it's to much smoke, you can't run from it
When I fuck from the back, she can't run from me
Racks in my jeans, them hoes bussin' out
Trippie Redd watch, I just buss down
We was in the fields, now my twin tryna touchdown
Make sure they all good, can not leave no one out
Feel like Joc when i'm off these drugs with her, it's going down
Shit, I had to update my trap now i'm movin' pounds
Shit, I had to update my life i'm the man now
Told me that we on when you up, but you cap me down
ZL1, i'm with Trip in a Camaro
Got a bad bitch, cause i'm ballin' like Carmelo
Put it all on me, i'm the one you can bet on
Ar-15, get to shootin' like Halo
Shawty know my money ain't low, and they know
Sippin' wockhardt, poured a 4 in a faygo
Ridin' in a spaceship in Bankhead, Fabo
Feds tryna get a nigga gone, gotta laylow

2 cups stuffed, feel like thug when i'm sippin'
Bad bitch, dig my pimpin'
Cash out, & skrrt off the lot
New whip came tinted, hoes tryna see who in it
Ran up them bands on em, i done put my mans on
It don't feel right, when you the only one gettin' it
It don't feel right, when you the only one winnin'
It don't feel right, when you the only one spinnin'(Noooo)
Shit, I look like a lick
But don't try to rob, got my blick(Uhhh)
I knew some folks wasn't good for me, so I had to leave them alone
Not even safe where you stay, shooters shooting where you lay
Bullets, comin' through your home
Separate the real from the fake, and the love and the hate
Type of shit, that i'm on

(Hit that shit Sosa)

Written by:
Devonte' Brown

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