Feel me

If I got a problem, I'd solve it If you got a problem, with me then come solve it, yeah Number nine jeans, I be ballin I step in the party, this hoe started calling Yeah, step in the party like carti She sippin' Bacardi, she off of the molly Yeah, feel like I'm Santa, I'm jolly If I fuck this hoe, one time then she crawling Yeah, she's all on her knees She's a hot girl, one thousand degrees fuck that hoe, when I listen to Veeze I'm a young nigga, tryna stack up the cheese It's cold and she's the nut cracker, I'm just tryna get to the sack Like I'm a linebacker,lil bitch like I play for the packers Avoiding, the schemers and jackers I could never get caught lackin, like I'm not Pistol-packing, the hoe said we fuckin' that shit never happened Hey, put that shit in sports mode while I'm, speed ing through traffic, These niggas be hatin', I'm ballin' like magic Nigga run up on me, then this shit could get tragic Niggas still hatin' on me Nigga, don't act like you know me Nigga, you can't be my homie The girl says she love it, bitch, show me Hold on, baby, you don't even know me Yeah, baby, you do not know me Bitch, stop all that talkin', lil' bitch, come and show me Yeah, lil' nigga, I feel like the boat and that bitch, trynna grab on my handle and row me Yeah, we lay down in that bed and that bitch got in front of me She said, ouu, what is that poking Oh bitch you thought I was joking Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh I had to switch up the flow I got all them racks and they comin in tho, hoes they coming in fours I'm fuckin this hoe, cuz she fuck with me bro Yeah the cash it's coming in loads, I get to the cash and that shit gotta go Yeah, that bitch, she got the chicken noddle soup, I just pulled up with the stick, and man the little nigga hit the shoot I just wanna ball, I wanna hoop And I'm feelin' like I'm super man When I pull up inside a suit run up, pussy nigga you get juked And that little bitch she want blow the dick like a flute, now I might need to chill fuck all that chilling Little bitch, I be rappin Like I'm off a pill I just did a drill I'm talkin bou the lil drill The drill that might get you killed Bitch,I'm in the field I just might hit a lil' nigga so hard Like Ryan Khalil I mean Khalil Mack I'm fuckin' that bitch from the back, she suckin' on my dick Don't forget the sack She went up that hill I might just have to call jack Can't fuck with white hoes I like mine black Don't fuck with my exes Don't want mine back You could tell all my exes To suck my sack Fuck all the hoes Them bitches be trippin These hoes playing games, like they Name Cory kensin I can't argue with you You belong in the kitchen You a boyfriend lame That nigga be snitchin Oh, you thought you get better Bitch, you penny pinching, yeah she trynna come back baby what's your intentions I tried to give me the number Give me the extension m But Im done with that hoe, I can't fuck with you bitches I don't give a fuck What you do with your bitch ass And you're nigga' in jail He gone snitch, with his snitch ass Stack up the paper I'm rich I risk my riches