ION FEEL LIKE RAPPING

Lyrics

[Intro] (Good lookin', Dnell) Are you in the mafia? Am I in the what? Whatever you wanna call it, organized crime I'm in the waste management business [Verse] Furious, tryna get me quarter million for a tape, but I don't feel like rappin' (Naw) How the fuck is I'ma leave this crib when it's racks inside the mattress? Everybody 'round me savage (Yeah), they droppin' shit just to make me happy (Yeah) I got on this Rick, you can't find it, so don't look (Don't look for this shit) You reach, nigga, you cooked, these hundreds on me look like a book Your bitch say she tired of you, shе wanna ride with me (She wanna ridе with me) She told me you be smokin' mid, she wanna get high with me (Haha) I'm 'bout to grab her plane ticket, she gon' fly with it She already got some ass, just gotta buy her titties (Mwah) Nigga, I ain't with the chitty-chat, you can get a pack My young nigga run off with your shit, you can't get it back I can wear one chain and one watch, that's two hundred racks Don't slam the doors in this back, I had to tell this bitch relax The difference between me and you, you call your bitch, I called her plug Rolls truck parked in the trenches, she ain't pullin' up Everybody havin' motion, this dumbass bitch ain't no hooter If a nigga ass ain't faster than this FN then he out of luck Lambo motive got the bubble guts, bitch, is we gon' fuck or what? (Huh?) Plug say he pullin' up, I thought it was a Tonka truck Everytime I fail, wasn't nobody there to help me up (Nobody) Why the fuck I'm starin' at this here pint and sayin', "Seal me up"? The streets broke my heart, but this codiene came to heal me up (It's drank) I can't pop another fuckin' pill, I ain't feelin' nothin' (I can't feel my face) Try me, we gon' put under, I've been ballin' twelve summers Damn near need to get some brand new tires, I done burned the rubber (Skrrt) Bad bitch beggin' me for bundles (What?), my opps goin' through the struggle (Haha) 6K for this Louis belt (Damn), they catch me with this switch, I'ma be in fuckin' trouble Slidin' in that foreign, I'm on Auto Drive Nigga tried to run inside, he ain't make it out alive Bitch seen this water on my neck and got hypnotized Not you tryna be a ride or die and really 'bout to die Nigga wanna be dumb, now his mama havin' a fish fry I'm thumbin' through these racks I don't feel like rappin' (Naw) Nigga done got his shit put on the wall like a fuckin' flattie Now I got all of this blood on my Diors, I'ma need some napkins Ever since I put this switch on this Glock, I been overreactin' And the way they runnin' they mouth or somethin', get dropped, I ain't gon' know what happened (I ain't gon' know shit) [Outro] Real gutter shit Bitch Yeah My shit