Featherweight (Prison Tapes) lyrics

[Intro]
You have a pre-paid call from—
Tory
An incarcerated individual at—
The California Correctional Institution
Uh

[Chorus]
You lil' n*ggas are featherweight
Cookingware and get another plate
Ain't no pardon for you n*ggas pillowtalkin', saying sh*t that I would never say
Superstar when I pull up, make a b*tch hesitate then levitate
She wanna give me a blowjob on a present day, I need a résumé
Yellow Ferrari ferocious
f*ckin' too much got me ho sick
I feel like them characters outta the Raven show, n*gga, the boy is emotion
Had to do it for the Scotians
Last b*tch got the closеst
Last b*tch was a witch, but the next b*tch won't get a potion

[Verse]
Shе on her period 5 a.m. inside the morning wit' rubber, wit' lotion
She on a jet, vacayin' wit' the dogs, and she doin' ho sh*t
Yeah, uh
n*gga, believe this
Jumpin' outside of that orange and red Ferrari, I look like a Cheez-It
n*gga, you know as soon as the beef lit, it ain't no peace-in'
I ain't doin' all the face-f*ckin' with you b*tch n*ggas, ain't no cheesin'
I got a dirty mouth, f*cked his baby mom, n*gga, it ain't no reason
I got this money, I flew to her region just to go f*ck her in secret
[Chorus]
You lil' n*ggas are featherweight
Cookingware and get another plate
Ain't no pardon for you n*ggas pillowtalkin', saying sh*t that I would never say
Superstar when I pull up, make a b*tch hesitate then levitate
She wanna give me a blowjob on a present day, I need a résumé
Yellow Ferrari ferocious
f*ckin' too much got me ho sick
I feel like them characters outta the Raven show, n*gga, the boy is emotion
Had to do it for the Scotians
Last b*tch got the closest
Last b*tch was a witch, but the next b*tch won't get a potion