You Feel Me? ft. J.Dot360 Lyrics

You feel me

It's been a while since I've been in here on that, saying

Had to get back in that mode

Niggas can't fuck with us

And they know that

Them niggas say they be around

Tell me where them niggas now

Niggas claim they killers

Spin they block and watch me burn it down

Remember moving quarter p's

Fuck it, I got packs now

Trapper til I go give a fuck if the show is packed out

Cause I remember bagging up eighthy's until I passed out

Everything I got it out the mud they used to hand outs

I never got that Letterman jacket, but I'm a standout

That bitch said I ain't have what it took, and now she fanned out

These niggas say that they getting money, can't pull a band out

I was broke as fuck, never thought of taking my mans down

And I started in the trenches, I could show you how to get it

Never worked at Church's, but they know I'm busy counting chicken

When you start to get this money, I bet that they treat you different

The love ain't always genuine, you gotta know the difference

How I keep this shit 100 when they couldn't keep it fifty

I had lint in every pocket, I replaced that shit with Benji's

Just a young nigga tryna touch some cash, you feel me

I was fucked up on my last, you feel me

I could show you how to get it back, you feel me

Invest into a strap, and some packs, you feel me

Just a young nigga tryna touch some cash, you feel me

I was fucked up on my last, you feel me

I could show you how to get it back, you feel me

Invest into a strap, and some packs, you feel me

Yeah, I'm scarred, but the way these Jewels is hittin, bitch, I'm flawless

My bitch dripped in VVS, looked like she came straight out the water

We gon' spin this shit right now like whippin' halves out of a quarter

Remember bein' broke We went 50-50 off a dollar

Now I'm OT, stayin' in the spots like I'm a squatter

I been stuck a whole week, but all this shit is for my daughter

Watch me tilt the pot and scrape up everything that's on the sides

Let the Yola lock, you know Dotta a chemist with the pies

I'm a hood nigga, I was cookin' coke next to my fries

Aretha Franklin on the speaker, I'm rock steady with a nine

Got the J up in the background, got water in her eyes

Think she cryin' off the smell, she teary-eyed off of the prize

This shit got all the junkies itchin' on they mind just like some lice

The way I spin it like a dreidel, I could whip this shit all night

I mold the work down like it's Play-Doh, you could call me Fisher Price

I send the word down, when I say go, then we slide Disney on ice

I'm just a young nigga tryna get a bag, you feel me

If I'm fucked up, I'm runnin' in your stash, you feel me

I was broke and sittin' on my last, you feel me

I could show you how to get some cash, you feel me

I'm just a young nigga tryna get a bag, you feel me

If I'm fucked up, I'm runnin' in your stash, you feel me

I was broke and sittin' on my last, you feel me

I could show you how to get some cash, you feel me