P Money - Feel My Ba** lyrics

[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"