You Feel Me (feat. Mozzy)

I get two a bag (you feel me)

Riches from rags (you feel me)

Bentleys from cash (you feel me)

I keep me a band (you feel me)

Don't know about the jungle (you feel me)

We come from the humble (you feel me)

We flip with no tumble (you feel me)

We get it, no fumble (you feel me)

I get two a bag (you feel me)

Riches from rags (you feel me)

Bentleys from cash (you feel me)

Keep me a band (you feel me)

Don't know about the jungle (you feel me)

We come from the humble (you feel me)

We flip with no tumble (you feel me)

We get it, no fumble (you feel me)

Scrapers and go-karts

Movin' work like Ozark

We ain't know about Goyard?

Why you think we go hard?

We come from the land of the pimps, gift of the gab, legends this year

Never abandon the ship, we tit for a tat, it's levels to this

These chicks be choosin'

From their high-feed movement

Lot of clowns with money

Girl I ain't no goofy

I swear my life a movie

Got no children in Juvie

Talkin' out your neck though, you gon' lose your coofie

Put some respect on the set, I only do Bentley's and jets

Prez need a rollie, I'll do the protect

Been in the shit, I'm really a vet

Fight in the mud just to get me a check

But in the tears, trippy to sweat

Never could fear, beast in the flesh

I'll grill 'em with beer, meat in the dress

George of the jungle, I swing with finesse

(You feel me)

Riches from rags (you feel me)

Bentleys from cash (you feel me)

I keep me a band (you feel me)

Don't know about the jungle (you feel me)

We come from the humble (you feel me)

We flip with no tumble (you feel me)

We get it, no fumble (you feel me)

I get two a bag (you feel me)

Riches from rags (you feel me)

Bentleys from cash (you feel me)

Keep me a band (you feel me)

Don't know about the jungle (you feel me)

We come from the humble (you feel me)

We flip with no tumble (you feel me)

We get it, no fumble (you feel me)

Ay, bag it up and then move it, quick with the movements

If she ain't salutin' then you ain't a real one

I grabbed a duffle bag and had it filled up

I put her all night and I'm still up

I'll fuck the quarter, run it half a milla, **** just livin'

Why is your wifery all in my business

They wanna kill us for calling 'em snitches

I seen the paper, you talked to them bitches

Look at my partner, he in the kitchen

That **** twistin' and whippin'

He tryna whip him a Bentley

They throw him a medallion's fifty

Imagine the pussy he'd get me

I sip till I'm busy, you feel me?

I'm fucking this bitch, he gon' kill me

I be in the streets with his children

I'm banging the beast with the billies

Ay, I sent the hooker to Philly

ASAP **** you know the drill

Shoutout to Dame D.O.L.L.A 'cause that **** hit me

He got one, let's get it

Shoutout to Dame D.O.L.L.A, 'cause that **** hear me

He got one, let's get it

I get two a bag (you feel me)

Riches from rags (you feel me)

Bentleys from cash (you feel me)

I keep me a band (you feel me)

Don't know about the jungle (you feel me)

We come from the humble (you feel me)

We flip with no tumble (you feel me)

We get it, no fumble (you feel me)

I get two a bag (you feel me)

Riches from rags (you feel me)

Bentleys from cash (you feel me)

Keep me a band (you feel me)

Don't know about the jungle (you feel me)

We come from the humble (you feel me)

We flip with no tumble (you feel me)

We get it, no fumble (you feel me)