Ya Feel Me

I'm done speakin' Said I'm done speakin', bitch, hush (Fuck your producer, my beats is by Meexhie) Jumped straight off the porch And I just went straight to that junkie shit Mom told me I need to chill, but mom, you raised a savage shit Brother hit me on the phone, like "Damn, bitch, you been acting, bitch" Told me that he think I need to lock in With this rappin' shit, so fuck it Shit, I need the whole school to teach all my students about hustlin' They told me, "Do not fuck groupies and fans", but shit, they fuckin' Got a gun, but you ain't gon' shoot it, I up mine and I'm bussin' I be way too high and way to fly to be around here tusslin' You feel me? I got niggas mad and in they feelings, wan' kill me (Wan' kill me) I got niggas hatin', they want to decease me, wan' be me 'Cause they ho wan' fuck me and wan' eat me, wan' eat me It ain't my fault she freaky How I 'posed to have some love for these hoes in these Chrome Hearts? My partner, down the road, he in the jaunt ballin' like Long Jordan And all of them got cellular devices, I don't miss a call FaceTiming, listening to my songs, like, "Bitch, you go off" I be geekin', take her to the room, I wanna know, Victoria's Secret Talking 'bout she do not fuck for free, well, sorry, you can keep it All I know is ballin', I can not go for no cheap shit It's all about the profit, necklace, faucet, got me sea sick Jumped straight off the porch And I just went straight to that junkie shit Mom told me I need to chill, but mom, you raised a savage shit Brother hit me on the phone, like "Damn, bitch, you been acting, bitch" Told me that he think I need to lock in With this rappin' shit, so fuck it Shit, I need the whole school to teach all my students about hustlin' They told me, "Do not fuck groupies and fans", but shit, they fuckin' Got a gun, but you ain't gon' shoot it, I up mine and I'm bussin' I be way too high and way to fly to be around here tusslin'