Clams Casino - Cold Feet lyrics

I rap better cause I'm mad clever Oh my God! Hey [Verse 1: Mac Miller] They always want that fun sh** when you tryna spit a little somethin' real They start runnin', turnin' chicken like a nugget meal How the f** I feel? Kinda like a hundred mill Spun the wheel, bought a vowel, I don't owe you nothin' still f** a deal, I can do it with my own team Won before Sheen, hear how all these hoes scream When I was 14, sippin' on my OE Tryna marry money but that b**h kept gettin' cold feet Music loud, hear it bangin' through the whole street Beat gettin' sh** on, toilet bowl seat No sleep, just work Got a couple horny girls in a see-through shirt So believe my hype, muthaf**as can't read nor write Still they talkin' sh** man, I've seen your type Got problems, can't sleep at night Cause your girl want to come around freak all night I'm a s** drill when I'm rollin' off them x pills Five bikes, ten wheels, girl I'll leave your legs still Say I don't do d**, just weed Well I'mma do d** and speed down the street Do doughnuts, your flow s**s, you so bu*t Your girl's gettin' throat f**ed, I get high, I go up Why you sayin' that he's a trend? Then come to all those shows just to meet your friends? So much coke sniffed, f**in' hoes with bloody noses Just a couple doses, f** the roses Cla** time, better take good notes You b**hes couldn't touch me with a Facebook poke b**h!