I Feel Ya ft. Mo Zito & Lavish Lyrics

Making moves out the gate, need food on my plate

Shit, looking like a state, I'm just trying to get a taste

But I got insane mcgrace, lock me down, no estate

Bet you bitches felt safe, but fuck it

Life is a gamble, I'm feeling lucky

Let me out the fucking gates, I'm bucking

Even pretty ricky can get ugly

Baddest of some bitches with some ducklings

But they be feeling on me like these hoes was blind

Even to some dimes make them fall in line

But they be wanting niggas who got all the shine

Till they ass behind the walls and doing all that time

Police be questioning, they doing all that crime

You can't make a nigga real doing all that trying

They be making you believe doing all that lying

Testifying, telling lies, crossing all lines

These bitches trying to make me mad

A hustler can't be sitting on his ass

These bitches switching up the team

But fuck it, I'm just trying to get cream

Making moves just to get the bag

We hustling, can't be sitting on our ass

Now niggas switching on my team

We money boys, we all about the green

Got some foes wanna ride, got some hoes down to ride

Pink toes, yellow bones, stuff them all inside

Got a soul full of pride, keep my son by my side

And I told y'all I'm hot, I be geeking so as fuck em

They be switching on trust, when they switching on trust

I'm working with them undercover niggas, ball like the rug

Never fall, ain't a sucker, I'm a foul motherfucker

You can ask your baby, I'm a player to the core

Got the shit on my own, hustle hard as a storm

Catch me up in the red zone, Swayze riding on the chrome

Stashing green like the mean

Ballas is a legit, been ballas since a kid

Ballas like a rich nigga, hustling the game

Just a high leg young hustler, I had to take a plane

No cash in my pockets, ain't emergency the same

Zito just came home straight out that chain game

These bitches trying to make me mad

A hustler can't be sitting on his ass

These bitches switching up the team

But fuck it, I'm just trying to get the cream

Making moves just to get the bag

We hustling, can't be sitting on our ass

Now niggas switching on my team

We running boys, we all about the green

Y'all has fed since the G-Pops

Told me not to envy bars, send me for the rent

Or send you with the whip

These streets is my halls, Maldives with the clique

Party G, throw an ace at your set like what's up with it

Got a strategy, my lil cousin don't ask for me

He iced out unfathomably, I pray for the ones who doubt in me

Counterfeit, not legit, them boys ain't need to quit

Off the rip, I count my cream to party and bullshit

So start the whip, got from Clips, Blue Hollows, Lead, Tilt

Head ripped from his body, deadlift, this hit me shawty

Heavy artillery, hard to miss

One boy, blood, bladder, since the fire trap

Cooling with the six, said his mula getting rinsed

Now my suit is getting pinched

Calculated every bit of this plan, that's every inch

Heavy put it, motherfuckers step in tents

Let it cool, get on blitz, back to school

We was cool, now you kinda gotta stench

I'm not rude, it's just true, yeah you smudging like a bitch

Better tell I bet he snitched, make my fucking ruger itch

I don't even fear God, he been holding to this shit

Right before I cross and whisper to my fucking crew

D-Bitch is trying to make me mad

A hustler can't be sitting on his ass

D-Bitch is switching up the team

But fuck it, I'm just trying to get cream

Making moves just to get the bag

We hustling, can't be sitting on our ass

Now niggas switching on my team

We money boys, we all about the green