[Produced by The HeavyTrackerz]
Too much coke in the flow got the fans like "I can't feel my face"
Too much dick in her p**y got her like "I can't feel my waist"
One sec, HeavyTrackerz, what the f**? I can't feel my ba**
Fire in the tongue went and k**ed my taste
Replace who? Do you wanna feel my rage?
A house burglar couldn't steal my place
I'm a true realist, trill's my name
No gun but a b**h tryna steal my brains
Man, Hoover's Dam couldn't k** my wave
No facials but I've got boxes on my face
Wanna test me? I ain't gotta cover my page
Only dumb breddas would wanna steal my grace
HeavyTrackerz, what the f**? I can't feel my ba**
So which gang's hyping?
The last crew that thought they were on top
Held 7th, went Man United
You asking "why's P smiling?"
Cause a girl said that she don't drink
She was in the bedroom, still whining
I thought he was being on a hype ting
But he acted like he came out the closet
While I was in her one, hiding
Hang on, wait
You know what I'm gonna say, init
What the f**? Why can't I feel my ba**?
When I can shot beef, blud, it's an on sight ting
I wouldn't even have to get struck by lightning
It's a shoot back in the sky ting
Cover up and say you died while hiking
Pull over your whip while they expect the yard
That's a rifle, who the f** said hitchhiking?
My bullet's doing all the writing
You was your belly with that guy in
Now your short life needs rewriting
When I press on these family genes, I ain't ironing
Clothes dotted, looking like aliens
On top of that, man are hopping out the spaceship, firing
I've got 'em like "I can't feel my face"
Too much dick in her p**y got her like "I can't feel my waist"