Cold Feet

Yeah, uhhh
I rap better cause I'm mad clever
Oh my God! HeyMac Miller
Yeah, they always want that fun shit when you tryna spit a little something real
They start running, turning chicken like a nugget meal
How the f-ck I feel? Kinda like 100 mills
Spun the wheel, bought a vowel, I don't owe you nothin' still
F-ck a deal, I can do it with my own team
Won before, seen, hearing all these hoes scream
When I was 14, sippin on my OE
Tryna marry money but that bitch kept getting cold feet
Music loud, hear it banging through the whole street
Beat getting shit on: toilet bowl seat
No sleep, just work, got a couple horny girls in a see-through shirt
So believe my hype, muthaf-ckas can't read nor writeStill they talking shit 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 sex drill when I'm rolling off them x pills
Five bikes, ten wheels, girl I'll leave your legs still
Say I don't do drugs, just weed
Well I'mma do drugs and speed down the street
Do doughnuts, your flow sucks, you so butt
Your girl's getting throat f-cked
I get high, I go up
Why you saying that he's a tramp?
They come to all those shows just to meet your friends?
So much coke sniffed, f-cking hoes with bloody noses
Just a couple doses, f-ck the roses
Class time: better take good notes
You bitches couldn't touch me with a Facebook poke
Bitch!