Feenin'

(album: Under Investigation 3 - 2022)

Aye pour some more cause I can't taste it
Get it up off the floor that shit keep wasting (I'm wasted)
Nigga fall in love with that hoe that shit be crazy (she basic)
They say my block got that shit like 1980
This that hi my name Slim Shady
This that California girl I ain't talking Saweetie I'm talking Katy
This that cash money shit I ain't talking Juvie I'm talking Baby
Pull up on fuck shit nigga know I flip like Dooda if you play with me
I don't duck shit titties look like hooters on this K with me

Pull up leaning codeining
Percocets make perfect sex
She feening she need it
I don't why this bitch I ain't working yet
Niggas hiding where they at
Them boys ain't stop lurking yet
Detectives say you murdered that
Boy I ain't never heard of that

Ion pullin flashing I'm having
Tell them boys get up with me
Take the backend and stash it
Cause them niggas get hit up for free
Say what's your passion you rappin (yeah)
And I'll shoot this bitch up like three's
Big four O got it holding my jeans
Nigga I'll wet this bitch up like Lee

Nigga I see nothing but red like squeeze
Fuck rapping I'll go back out east
1228 trying to buy not lease
And put them college funds up for my niece
Commissary that's for Caprice
My brother raised a fucking beast
Know he told me some shit that stuck with me
He say... if a nigga fuck with me

Pull up leaning codeining
Percocets make perfect sex
She feening she need it
I don't why this bitch I ain't working yet
Niggas hiding where they at
Them boys ain't stop lurking yet
Detectives say you murdered that
Boy I ain't never heard of that

Pull up fresher than the pastor like what chapter
I got what you looking for just meet me in the chapel
I'm the words of Ms. Barbara you sporty bastard
What you got to say bout... Ima just roll a fat one
Aye I heard what a name just died round there on (shh)
Ima roll it after

If she ain't the baddest okay who badder
I post her but don't at her
Don't care who had her that shit don't matter
And that ass been getting fatter
Shit smell like Texico
I only want the best to smoke
Aye they know who run 904
I'm like El Chapo in Mexico
Block the hoe, don't text the hoe
Don't pop no more, I'm stressing though
Don't drink no more, I tried it but
This shit here come from Texas though
Without it I can't rest no more
Counting up my blessings at the Westin with my weapon on me
Aye this just for protection though

Pull up leaning codeining
Percocets make perfect sex
She feening she need it
I don't why this bitch I ain't working yet
Niggas hiding where they at
Them boys ain't stop lurking yet
Detectives say you murdered that
Boy I ain't never heard of that

Ion pullin flashing I'm having
Tell them boys get up with me
Take the backend and stash it
Cause them niggas get hit up for free
Say what's your passion you rappin (yeah)
And I'll shoot this bitch up like three's
Big four O got it holding my jeans
Nigga I'll wet this bitch up like Lee