Feenin’ - Lil Poppa

They say my block got that shit like 1980

This that hi my name Slim Shady

This that California girl I ain’t talking Saweetie I’m talking Katy

This that cash money shit I ain’t talking Juvie I’m talking Baby

Pull up on fuck shit nigga know I flip like Dooda if you play with me

I don’t duck shit titties look like hooters on this K with me

Pull up leaning codeining

Percocets make perfect sex

She feening she need it

I don’t why this bitch I ain’t working yet

Niggas hiding where they at

Them boys ain’t stop lurking yet

Detectives say you murdered that

Boy I ain’t never heard of that

Ion pullin flashing I’m having

Tell them boys get up with me

Take the backend and stash it

Cause them niggas get hit up for free

Say what’s your passion you rappin (yeah)

And I’ll shoot this bitch up like three’s

Big four O got it holding my jeans

Nigga I’ll wet this bitch up like Lee

Nigga I see nothing but red like squeeze

Fuck rapping I’ll go back out east

1228 trying to buy not lease

And put them college funds up for my niece

Commissary that’s for Caprice

My brother raised a fucking beast

Know he told me some shit that stuck with me

He say… if a nigga fuck with me

Pull up leaning codeining

Percocets make perfect sex

She feening she need it

I don’t why this bitch I ain’t working yet

Niggas hiding where they at

Them boys ain’t stop lurking yet

Detectives say you murdered that

Boy I ain’t never heard of that

Pull up fresher than the pastor like what chapter

I got what you looking for just meet me in the chapel

I’m the words of Ms. Barbara you sporty bastard

What you got to say bout… Ima just roll a fat one

Aye I heard what a name just died round there on (shh)

Ima roll it after

If she ain’t the baddest okay who badder

I post her but don’t at her

Don’t care who had her that shit don’t matter

And that ass been getting fatter

Shit smell like Texico

I only want the best to smoke

Aye they know who run 904

I’m like El Chapo in Mexico

Block the hoe, don’t text the hoe

Don’t pop no more, I’m stressing though

Don’t drink no more, I tried it but

This shit here come from Texas though

Without it I can’t rest no more

Counting up my blessings at the Westin with my weapon on me

Aye this just for protection though

Pull up leaning codeining

Percocets make perfect sex

She feening she need it

I don’t why this bitch I ain’t working yet

Niggas hiding where they at

Them boys ain’t stop lurking yet

Detectives say you murdered that

Boy I ain’t never heard of that

Ion pullin flashing I’m having

Tell them boys get up with me

Take the backend and stash it

Cause them niggas get hit up for free

Say what’s your passion you rappin (yeah)

And I’ll shoot this bitch up like three’s

Big four O got it holding my jeans

Nigga I’ll wet this bitch up like Lee