Fuc Yo’ Feelinz

Lyrics

[Intro: Erik Lee] Yeah, mm, yee-yah, uh Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh Erik Lee [Verse 1: Erik Lee] Racin' to the top a spiral staircase (pew) The opps is three floors down, I lean and let it rain My route self-made, I can't complain (500) My [?] back [?] get love, I bring the pain (pain) Couldn't imagine our verbiage would reach the surface Out to sea, thousand teeth, and you taste perfect Fuck the smoke, Long Beach, we closin' curtains It hurts me more than it hurts you, but you deserve it I should've been bow-legged, 'cause my knees and nuts are too close You get a Brazilian wax, 'cause clitoris skin got new growth (hahaha) Pass that shit, let me get too toast I pull up in muscle, he hit switches on spokes His alias Anthem, not OG André The west is a battle zone and you'll be entrée (snacks) I'm back blastin' off, ignore God's sake That ammunition plays Kavanaugh, and it beats the case I been in the abyss with the authentic Crips And my Blood homies is animals, ready to bust those clips I'm not a banger but gangster is what I represent I hold it down for my C, so they never [?] pick 'Rik [?] [Chorus: Erik Lee] Erik Lee, et cetera Gangsta lean impeccable 'Bout his green, bro, let him go Head on a swivel, need no scope Cut your bungee, bro Hundred percent one to your nose This the west, you can't neglect this, we who run the globe I'm realer, chasin' billions, fuck your feelings (talk to 'em) No ceilings, just victims seen in my vision Don't hold back, tap to submission Undisputed facts on what's been missin' [Verse 2: Big Tray Deee] Machine in motion, lyrics and the pistol explosive Most ferocious vocals overdosin' with coldness Fa'sho, it's the hardest, G-style is flawless Livin' life lawless, all marks I target Clip fat, kick back, ammo at your six-pack Fit you with a shit bag, cripple or you get back Crippin'? Yeah, I'm with that, clappin' on the strizz-nap Think I only spit raps? Better check the fizz-nacts Felon since eleven, at twelve I was reppin' Thirteen, I was jackin' with a 20-gauge weapon Done it all, none of y'all rappers as official Whistle when it sizzle, niggas come in spittin' missiles Fully with the friction, dismissin' opposition Dismantle your division, sparkin' off at the ignition General, Original Gangsta that's un-bendable Vicious individual: fuck you, no subliminals [Chorus: Erik Lee] Ooh, he et cetera Gangsta lean impeccable 'Bout his green, bro, let him go Head on a swivel, need no scope Cut your bungee, bro Hundred percent one to your nose This the west, you can't neglect this, we who run the globe I'm realer, chasin' billions, fuck your feelings No ceilings, just victims seen in my vision Don't hold back, tap to submission Undisputed facts on what's been missin' [Outro: Big Tray Deee] Yeah, fuck you You hatin', spectatin' dirtball piece of shit I don't give a fuck You can talk about me, despise me, wish me the worst Just smile when you see me, you bitch I know your stomach hurt, you hungry motherfucker Eat a dick and die Certified